Saturday, 28 October 2017

Beneath the Surface

by Eve West Bessier

I am more
or less

by solitude

My needs
as yes

and as deceptive

In the night
we are minnows
sleek in silver lakes

We mirror
each other

in bright
and weightless

glide silent

into that space
where air and lake
must meet

Troubled by the shadows
cast beneath the surface
of contentment

unnerving as doubt

We remain unanswerable

but embrace with such conviction

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