lacustrine song

Song of the lake in us, transformation of the lake in us.

I am a lake, fathomless,

bound by land

just land,

with a dash of green here, ochre there

and a colourblind sailor there

on a sinking ship to trace a lost island.

 

 

I am a lake and I follow no uncharted path.

I go around in concentric circles

I nudge you to play

will o the wisp with me

on these meaningless waves

but you insist

in waiting for me

to transform into a beautiful blue sea

Just a beautiful blue sea.

 

 

I remember I remember now

Topaz was my stone cold eyes

And azure was my sky.

So I shall become the blue sea

and carry the sinking ship in opheliasque motion

to the lost island

and the island of colourblind sailors.

 

 

But I am just water you see everywhere

and I am cold,

so when you whisper my name

it warms not my heart.

It steers your path clear of languid sunsets

and opaline twilights,

castaway longings

and that crumbling burning house of cards

that withstood the zephyr

and lost to the wildfire

of Kursha and McNally.

 

 

So when you whisper your crumpled love

and uncharted fears into my crystal waves

I assure you empathy to hold hands

and a box of crayons to colour the ship

and an albatross to find land again.