The Lake
When I traced
back to the origin of this mortal flesh
It was the soul
of a gemstone on the lake’s floor
This warrior’s
ancestor – it was a swan
Ages ago, the
gemstone longed to be one with the swan who soared the skies
The swan saw
through to the love that hid on the lake’s floor
And across the
skies, the two were joined
That secret
love lived on into the descendants of that spirit
The swan’s
blood flows through you – the warrior
These are the
reasons for such painful unrequited love
I turn my gaze
away willfully, acting distant
I yearn to spin
and dance beautifully, but never, never
Show what lies
inside this heart, behind these eyes
And this face
blooms, ever, as a flower blooms
Unable to bear
the piercing pain
I quietly lock
my anguish in the silver box in the palm of my hand
Into the waters
I let fall the box, into the waters I follow
Body and soul
into the mirror surface
To become a
ripple, sparkling silver and gold
When will this
love join its love
When will this
love be fulfilled
One day, when
the tears that fill this box explode in a shower of light
Burning you, so
that your ashes become sand of silver and gold
When the sand
turns to ripples of silver and gold
Joining and
marrying with my waves
The poignant
story will reach its climax
The long hidden
and unrequited love will be joined at last
Forever and
always