Heart of the Lake

Slowly the summer evening dies

over the hill beyond the lake.

Suicide is too sudden. 


The moon is fishing the ripples

on the lake; my soul fights

to shake the hook.

How enlightening the deep darkness.


My tombstone stands among the grass

upon the hill.

How quickly you resurrect me.


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