A still lake is that kind of glass
that reflects things staring at it :
that hot lady during the day,
that greyish man during the night ,
the gliding planes , the flapping jets .
A still lake is also that glass
that reflects things staring through it :
the harmless , little submarines ,
the soft hard rocks which sit on sand ,
Algae so green , pebbles so smooth .
Like the soft claws of a lover ,
on her the sun\'s rays do ripple -
warming her up from crown to sole
and with steam she in turn repays .
Her wiggly waggly puffs of steam !
I\'ve always craved to see a lake
that\'s crystal clear , that\'s still , that\'s fresh .
Jointly with the woman I love .
so when we stare , we\'ll see two beings
that in a serene planet dwell ,
loving themselves , snubbing the world ,
fully circled with nature\'s fruits
and then , we\'ll learn to be like them !
© AIYEJINNA ABRAHAM O•2020