head through the waves, silent still glass-like mirrored waves

never go back to find the connection
the past has moved in parallel with you
somehow a comforting place,

mirrored in deep highland lochs
peaty dark swirling
welcoming you in this place for reflection,

go deep go forwards into a black deep blue
through the waters which demand your grace
before opening this sacred space,

here you are in parallel past perhaps
a glimpse of lost loves of if's of but's
all true will find you looking through the waters

through the loving pasts glass