Dancing.
With silent blades
That glide upon the lake
Leave lines of curves, twists and tangents
Frozen.

Dancing.
With silent blades
That glide upon the lake
Leave lines of curves, twists and tangents
Frozen.
Nothing.
It can weave itself into
the tapestry of truth
and swirl amongst the depths
of thoughts and fears.
It can fight its way into
the darkest corners of a mind
and plant ideas of
things to come
and those who could have been.
Nothing.