Nothing was said by the tides of the lake As they were frozen in time Nothing will do to start and shake The core of this lake, oh, sublime!
One can try to guess what was last spoken, Perhaps it was hating on all things unfair Nothing was left behind, not a clue or a token To unveil the secrets, to clean up the air
One more look at these rough edges Underneath of a smooth glistening glass They are there ,muted for ages Frozen thoughts , waiting for winter to pass!
Only celestial kisses that fall quietly Gather to form a white blanket On the chest of this lake, oh so lovely That holds itsΒ Β breath, unshaken.