Still Water

Still Water
Tonight the trees look into a dark gray mirror.
I want to stand over water
and see myself without color,
to no longer know in part

But to know fully as I am fully known.

 
That is, color is complicated.
Different shades confuse
reality from originality.
There's a shade for
winter, summer, night and day.
 
Tonight the trees grasp every season.
I want to stare into a lake
and see pale eyes, black hair and a gray smile.
Discover my original nature
before the sun brought red and tan.
 
When did the buds
spring from the earth?
Did the winter form stubbornness;
summer grow carelessness
or did autumn bring character?
 
My dreams are filled
with the hues of autumn.
Changing each time I breathe.
My eyes are a desert
of tan sand and red sun.
 
I cannot dream in black and white.
Nor can I drudge through
sand or stare into the sun.
My eyes burn for the water
as I glare into a mere reflection.
 
I close my burning eyes.

For He leads me by still water.

And somewhere in an oasis
I found my originality,
as the sun set beyond sand and over water.