Shadows stretch across the surface-
Of a small, unnoticed pond,
Delicate lilies cling to its face-
Masking that which lies beyond;
Not a ripple dares to shatter-
This plane of tinted glass,
Fixed firmly like a scenic picture-
As many, lonely years pass;
Although rare, there comes a time-
Where eyes sharp and perceptive,
Seek out the waiting, forest pond-
With its depths dark and deceptive;
Timid toe gently breaks the face-
The ripples scattering the illusion,
Of calm contentment that truly is-
Naught but a self-conjured delusion;
Bare skin meets the freezing water-
Hopeful smile turns to worried frown,
The pond is deeper than expected-
All who attempt to delve shall drown;
Beware, step not further my way;
Attempt not to unmask my lies.
I am dangerous under my surface;
This gentle pond is my disguise.
04/18/16 A.C. Mortale
