Black Water

You live by a mantra that describes you well, "Be curious, not judgmental." I don't know why I suddenly remembered that. Our encounter is such a pleasant memory. You were easy to talk to and hard to Forget. And no, I still have not been to The Scottish Meadows. You know that dream? It still keeps coming back to me. I stand by a lake pitch black with a Full moon. The forest mirrors perfectly on the still surface. So still is the water, I can see every Detail and every texture. So undisturbed that when I enter it's as if Entering into Pitch black Oil. Moonbeams strike the waves making white lights flow And dance on the branches of a tree that Bows above me. The quality of the moment passed me by. The perfection of it somehow uneventful. Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror of nowhere to Hide. I blow back. I left and trace it. And it hurts, the regret Stabbing at my chest. I lived most of my life behind a curtain. We are only as sick as our darkest secrets. We are only as sick as our darkest secrets. I look down, Not expecting to see my hand in the dark Water, But there it is Under a perfectly clear almost high aligned surface. It seems paler than it really is. Ripples circle my body gliding forward over the Perfect mirror image of the night, Obscuring the detailed textures of the forest and Disturbing the twinkling light of the stars that Cover pretend sky. Moonbeams strike the waves making white lights flow And dance on the branches of a tree that Bows above me. The quality of the moment passed me by. The perfection of it somehow uneventful. Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror of nowhere to Hide. I blow back. I left and trace it. And it hurts, the regret Stabbing at my chest. I lived most of my life behind a curtain. We are only as sick as our darkest secrets. We are only as sick as our darkest secrets. I hope you're still in London. I soon will be and want to take some More pleasant walks with you. Right after I must head to Istanbul. You must tell me how to reach that fascinating Cave city you explored. Now leave your address and phone number at all The places I wrote you. In case you don't receive this letter by Friday, Let us plan to meet at noon Sunday in Front of Westminster Abbey. Moonbeams strike the waves. Waves. Moonbeams Moonbeams strike the waves. Moonbeams strike the Waves