Here is the place that never changes,
a place quiet and nice with a lot of space,
for my walks,
for my thoughts,
the place I like so much,
it remembers me how we touched .
The flat water reflects my inmost self,
it shows me how things are,
and next wave shows how it could be,
you told me "there is no we",
what happened to - "you and me"?
This place with constant look, constant calmness,
it's always there for me. So eternally that it
makes me keep track on my muddy way
- until today.
Today the lake reflects nothing, it is simply like me
It got empty, all the water and life is gone.
I'm walking through the desiccated lake; it is showing me all the garbage from the past.
things that got lost and
things nobody wanted to hold on.
When comes the water back?
To flood back live into me,
to give me back the place and feeling of security.
I know for sure - it will come again,
I've seen small streams,
rising slowly but irresistible the water,
hiding again the things from the past,
bringing back a large surface of reflection,
that protects the view to the things on the ground,
like my self protection, that I lowered down for you - only.
The sun comes out, I walk a mile
and for a moment it comes true,
the water reflects the sunlight and my smile
- showing that I'm still thinking of you.
