Night

The dark,
Hushed
lake sleeps.
Slowly I walk,
The sand,
Sighing under my feet.
I approach the water and slide-
Into the silvery coolness
My head slips beneath the ripples
Into a world of shadows.
The dry shell of life’s cares-
Slips silently off my shoulders
As the seaweed,
Caresses my skin.
Mutely, I stroke through the dark-
Till I edge into the molten reflection
Of the still,
Noiseless, face from above-
I am free.