Colored reflections dance in the waters depths
Cool breezes skate and slide upon the surfaces
Lapping water echoes amongst the trees
The cool morning mist drifts in and out

The icy cold joins in
Sending icy shivers down my spine
Numbing my thoughts
Allowing me to drift

To drift along the imaginations not known
Sliding alongside and through hidden glades
Sunny warm beaches
Cool misty waterfalls
And soothing countryside views

The drifting last for eternity
Forever astray in the foreign thoughts of my minds eye
All time is snagged in tree branches
Lost in the watery depths
And lost in the morning wintery-mist

The images playing in the lake draw me ever deeper
My body is lost to me
Nonexistent in the world of dreams
I sink slowly deeper into the depths
My own daydream world revolving around me
Ideas of the physical plane long lost

The tales spin by faster and faster, in a speeding blink of an eye
While going slower and slower, the infinitesimal space between the seconds
The sounds echo crisp and clear, while becoming deafening silence
The colors vibrant and solid, while blending, fading, and becoming black and
white
The contradictions flow side by side
The contradictions clash and fight
Somewhere a there is a ripple

The images muddle
Ripple
The sounds distort
Ripple
Time stirs
Ripple
Drip… Ripple … Drip… Ripple

Time is freed from the tree snags
Swimming from the depths
And flies from the morning mist
Time runs wild

Thoughts of possible futures flash and dart
Images of the present slide and dash
Memories of the past drift and float

Future, present, past
They merge
Fight
Hide

Everything halts
The mists freeze
The breeze slows
The water stills

An invitation evokes silently from the water
The glittering depths look welcoming
The call strengthens
I jump in

I wander among new scenes
Untainted of the contradictions and paradoxes
The images again
Plainly beautiful and calm in their simplicity

Again I walk amongst soothing waterfalls
Quiet grassy fields
And calm misty mountains

A few of the areas look familiar
Each view has a touch of the past
Some more than the other
But each has something

The past seeps in more, and more
A little stronger and solid each time
Soon, the past will take over

And it does
The seeming calm glitter of the water is shards of broken dreams
The water it self is a flooding of guilt

The pieces of the broken dreams cut and slice
The area starts to glisten from blood
The guilt starts to drown me
Reminding me of what was forgotten

The pain from drowning and slicing steals away my breath
It sends a shock through everything
Somewhere there is a tear sliding

The tear is an embodiment of crystal
Storming oceans
And spring rains

Slowly it falls down
While everything else speeds by faster
The dreams fly faster
The guilt flow quickens

An eternity later it falls
The tear hangs suspended in the air
Ages later, it sluggishly falls into the lake

The tear creates a tidal wave
Spreading and growing in size
Chasing away the shattered dreams
Cleansing the guilt
And renewing my breath

The sound of the waves echo
Jolting me back to the present
To the wooden dock
To the cool lake
To the forest
To life

The scenes playing in the water were not real
The cuts and pains, imagination
The tear washed them all away
Leaving me by myself
With reality
 
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