the mountain partly hid the lake was crystal clear and warm they swam across to the river where its outlet was we were looking for costly stones. The lake got shallow, and they waded, but could not find any pricey stones. When they waded back, the lake had retracted back into the mountain, it was now a cave. They picked some stones and decided to return next day. When they did the lake was blood- red and saw nothing of interest They did not know why the pool was red thought the reason was it had taken...
I am the rain watching myself with your eyes, maybe now you can realize you use me to cover the pain,
painting your days so blue your heart melts with sadness, while waiting on your happiness when will you see the truth, † you spend a lifetime of dreams looking for something to complete you, just waiting to see what love will do but all your hope fades like rain.
I dance in your fire that moment you break your silence, storms held motionless while lifting hands sing louder, hours retreat like a torch lit star.
Golden red, impressive with each viewing, some outpost of deserving thought, where melancholy passes sailing the waking shores, remembrance brought silhouettes melt like darkness as night takes over, the sun drifts into the shadow's shade.