tale to tale

I’ve had a longing for this moment,
A clear view of what I would see.
A lake shimmering in the morning light,
With great trees that surround me.

I’d hear the morning songs of birds,
In the brilliant blue sky,
And feel the warmth on my face,
As I’d sit there and cry.

The tears I’d shed would then flow down,
Into the glimmering waters below,
Burning bright, I’d carve a frown
And be blinded by the glow.

Nestled among the regal pines,
(A beautiful space and completely still)
Nature’s solitude begins to grow,
But I can no longer feel my will.

I’m taken to a stabbing place,
To see the blackness of my heart.
Once a retreat for my own mind,
Now it’s severed from the start.

For if I were to enter this lake,
I’d surely taint the water.
I’d cause the trees to rot and fall,
And be this graveyard’s author.