Lost and Lost

Why are you staring at me?

questioned the lake to a lone lad,

who had been kneeling under the tree

away from horses hooves and people loud.

I ain't here for your treasure trove

nor for thy pleasing ever-new form,

seeking I answer for a question simple,

"How did I lose in this caustic chloroform?"

All I ever wished every shooting star

is a place yonder from all mirth and din,

a secluded spot with master in my altar

none to bother and nothing to clamor attention.

'Well', gurgled lake,'Your wish is fulfilled.'

'Pause thy lament and observe me

ducks float,leaves fall and men abscond

yet, within I dance with master free.'

'Though, in this outer varied visage

I move, cackle and bounded here

look deep within lad, I am the ocean

infinite -the form of truth behind screen.'

Young lad touched the grass with fervor

for he found the way to be lost forever,

'Never let the ripples to touch core

for that is residence of the self true.'

The once lamented lad never let a silent tear

for he whispers to the carefree wind

thoughts on all things beautiful and dear,

thanks to lake which spoke and heart that heard.