LAKE, MIRROR

The rain stops glistening
The night changes, and so will you
So in the morning, will I too?

Will the rain ferment the seeds beneath my feet?
Will I grow as the most beautiful tree?
If our ends ever meet
Will the price not be free?

When I enter the sacred gardens
Will I see you doomed and discarded?
Could this be our definitive ending?
Could I not fix the misunderstanding?

I may finally start to know better now
but the moonlight reflected on the lake reminds me of someone I knew
It makes me shake and bow
I am you.