Lily Pads

Finding the inner child.

Lily Pads.



Gazing  into my eyes,
Can you see what is below the surface?

See how the reflection is stubborn to trust your eyes;
Still and cold;  Deep and unyielding -

Desperate to hide under the blankets of lily.
Pond poisoned  black gray, what lies behind those eyes?


Is it something to touch the surface of your reflection?


The way things come afloat amongst the small ripples,
Depredating the placid waters.

So many tragic emotions are hidden in the muck below.

Reach deeper into the faded gray.  Grasp at the reflections of your soul,
And understand your life, below the surface.



'Poka