When at a highland lake
sit there, spend couple of hours
in a mountain silence
enjoy few breaths of pure air
You could be there in early mornings
when gentle breeze is still chilly
and the surface of the lake
is still draped in a mysterious mist
You could spend an afternoon
when shadows are short,
and sun hangs high above
making every wavelets glimmer
Water is always crystal clear
still, it will never be known
what secrets stay unrevealed
and depth, you can just attempt a guess
On a moonlit nights
its quite a different place altogather:
You'd see strange shapes never seen before
forming and melting there on darkened surface
Its not about just the ripples on the lake,
sounds or shapes, imagined or real
Its about just being there
letting your thoughts discover its own depth
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