The water was flat.
The water sparkled,
It's own galaxy with blazing stars,
The water was flat.
A boy came along and threw a stone,
A jagged black stone,
Creating uneven odd ripples throughout the foreign universe.
He stared into it,
Amazed.
He imagined what might live in this galaxy,
Plants and animals,
Different elements even,
A curious mind had the boy.
He did not want to leave,
He was sick with fear to renter the world,
He wanted to hide in the lakes safety.
Eventually he returned to his house for the night.
While the boy was gone,
The legacy of the ripples remained,
And a girl approached.
She had a stone smoothed and symmetrical,
Grey with hints of red.
The ripples were even and smooth,
Silk threads on this lake galaxy,
She stood there and watched,
Dull and blank, feeling so empty inside,
But then the Northern Lights performed for her,
Just for the girl they came from their veil,
And showed her their reflection,
Imprinting her heart forever.
She then lived with a new purpose.
To see the beauty of the world,
To find it everywhere in everything,
She lived for those spectacular moments.
The boy and the girl met one day,
And the boy told her his thoughts of the galaxy,
And she told him of the dancing sky,
How her heart was the lake,
And then the boy thought,
'Is my heart jagged and black?'
The girl read his mind and laughed,
They then sat in silence on the bank,
Pondering the waters.
Never had the girl lost her smile since the colours in the sky,
And the boy saw her hope,
His candle had been lit,
It grew and grew as his mind opened.
They had escaped and earned colours so dulled.
At the bottom of the lake,
Their stones sat dormant side by side.
The moon of their own galaxy lit their faces silver,
And they watched an unmatched beauty unfold before them night after night,
A beauty no one else knew about,
One they understood with one another,
One they relished together,
One that they shared,
One that neither of them ever forgot.
And then the lake always had a slight ripple at its edges.
They had left a permanent mark,
And the galaxy would be happy to always show them its heart.
And when at last that water grew still once more,
The stones remained.
And became planets hidden in the lake galaxy.
The water was flat.
YOU ARE READING
Outlook
Poetry***WARNING- Extreme gore, violence, and suggestive themes*** Poetry, of course, but this is my style my way. Don't like it? I really do not care. This expresses some of my deepest thoughts which I have never said nor written down before. If you do r...
