The feeling of hope
And the dread, with a dark hole,
Mingle and merge
With the fog on hold.
The tranquility of the water
Battle with the chaos, a little sober
From the talk that takes over
The sanity of the heart.
Silence, the leaves remain
Unmoved, the lake claim
The look beyond facades go,
Mere mortal fears, still cold.
Brunilda Writes 