Healing Holistix

The Lake

I came and slowly, thinking went
Beyond the pale where loneliness is spent,
Where glows a phosphorescent reef
Of minds to heaven sent.

A crowd of tiny wavelets break
Where none will ever give or take
But live their hour or two in fear
Of some obsidian surfaced lake.
None see across the other side,
Nor measure this to see how wide,
Nor swim, nor row across this moat
But simply wait the coming of a tide.