The Frozen Lake In Summer

Has he lost who he is, or has he found it?

I strode along the forest floor

To discover the nature sealed within.

 

A soft breeze of freedom engulfed me,

As the birds began to sing.

 

The plants bowed beneath my feet

My shoes trampled the flowers.

The trees opened their faces towards me,

And every bramble desperately cowered.

The clouds retreated so the sky could see me

The mist of the sun, shone for my sake.

I marched along until I stopped

Upon a frozen lake.

 

And suddenly my mind beheld

A sight that would entice �"

A frozen lake at summer time

With a mist upon the ice.

Yet this sight became even stranger;  

A person was squirming under the ice

A prisoner under the solid glass

They were pounding for their life.

 

But I could not see the hole they fell through,

The ice had not cracked a bit.

It was as if the lake had frozen

With this person already under it.

Despite this I clutched a rock,

And from above created cracks and scars

I did not notice that I'd slid all the way out,

To the centre where the person was barred.

 

A glowing fog had gathered around me.

Formed clouds that waved like water.

Above I was beating and anxious to free

The person banging from underneath.

But this close I could see their face,

The dark hair and with skin pale like bone.

I was looking upon a familiar sight

A face resembling that of my own.

 

I was above the ice desperate to let out,

My own self who was sealed beneath.

 

And with the waves of the mist you could not even tell

Whether I was the one trapped or free.