A lake, still, dark and quiet
what secrets are hiding deep inside?
Their shadows dance with the wind,
eternal present on its face where dragonflies play
and flowers grow,
deep down, beneath the hiding past
the future flows,
alive and fast,
takes my sadness and memories,
still lake, I hate you,
but I forgive,
the soul you took, seduced, deceived
now rests in peace
it never fought its destiny...
one day my eyes, too, will see
who you really are and
who I will be


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2006