Winter Lake

Where the Heart Passed

Before the lake freezes,

across the winter water

long paths are drawn,

silver, grey, blade-white.

In the deep silence,

like a presence that cannot be denied,

bright traces flicker

on the surface of the lake.

Places shaped by the passing wind.

Reflections. Recollections. Brief thoughts.

A silver light,

cast lightly despite its weight.

A lake clear like thin ice.

Soundless marks.

The place of the unseen wind.

Where your heart once passed,

and where my heart came to rest.

They do not overlap.

Lonely, and beautifully bright.

Across the winter lake, slipping slowly,

the cold air freezes as it is,

and numbs my thoughts.

What words could there be?

I can only look on

and let tears fall.

Joy. Purity. Sacredness. Dazzling light.

On the deep winter lake,

the quiet breath of water and wind.

A heart that cannot help

but hold its breath and watch.

*these are my own paintings*