Lake of Glass

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

Over waters made of memory
an archway reaches up into the room

Leading me to shadow realms where
strange things live — felt but not

known / to speak with them as they rise
up against the surface

Stillness swallows the sound
of breathing in the silence

Until wandering a distant light
calls me, out into the world again

To walk beneath cathedral moons
reflected in the lake of glass

Thankful for the strange, distorted
faces and their calling, up from memory

— that gratitude and grief are lovers:

to live within the heart of one
is to be held also in the other

© Simon Wade 2020