deep in the forest,
there was a lake
noone goes there
much anyway
the water danced
and the light on the water
and the wind,
laughed merrily away
i was sitting by the lake
resting on a rock
on the shore
collecting the evening as it fell
i was waiting, for dusk to fall
i was tired, and i wanted my bed
i was sitting by the lake
with the body in my lap
i was waiting for the birds to be done
there were still many parts left
the eyes, the hands, the heart
i was sitting by the lake
when he swooped down
silent and huge and dark
i was a little afriad, when he settled down
what if he hadnt been a bird?
i was sitting by the lake
when he started to laugh
an otherworldly birdlike sound
from the sky, his bird friends flew down
and together they all laughed
birds of a feather stick together
men, with men and dreams
here by the lake
no men, no birds
nor day, nor dusk, all still
if i could speak in bird,
if i could be like him
i could fly away
and not stay here in the dark
but then, i would never know
the world of the night
the water. the worlds in it
the deep. the dark. the fathomless.
the sky sparkles
reflected in the lake
tempts. seduces. mocks,
with its brightness
do i want to stay, or do i want to go?
do i want to fly?
do i want to drown?
how do you know what you want?
how would you know if you loved someone?
so many worlds
you can pick only one to live in
so many lives. but you can have only one
but there are so many dreams you dream
and knowing all the while that you’re asleep
cut cords with waking reality
is there a waking reality?
how would you ever know?
how could you not wonder?
how can you be satisfied?
how can you not be dying to know?
i was sitting by the lake
when night fell
i was cold, i was scared, i was alone
he was raven. he was dark. his breath smelt of dead flesh
but accidental, his feather brushed my face
for a moment, i was not scared
Chocolate Amer 