A group of lions

I stood beside a vast clear lake,

The mountain at my back

Our mirrors mingled at my feet

And nothing did I lack

How mighty my reflection was;

Me standing proud and tall

Admiring greatness in myself

And lording over all

But when the mountain's shadow brought

Dark's fingers to my  skin,

I looked inside and saw anew

Its end, where I begin

There I stood at mountain's side

Small, naked, trembling, raw

No more a part of greatness than

It was of me before

And I feared the earth around me

That I could not overthrow

While I wept beside a mountain

That I did not truly know

But my tears were not sufficient

Though they flowed into that lake

I wished that I had more to shed

But not for my own sake

I waded into the water

And then began to drink,

When inside me could hold no more;

Allowed myself to sink

Within the stillness of the lake,

Me gazing from my depth,

The mountain seemed much greater since

I'd given it my breath

Despite that rather gruesome bit;

That process of decay,

All necessary hardship done,

I'm better off this way

For now as I'm the lake, I have,  

That much longed for connection

I am  the gentle water of

The great mountain's reflection

Reviews

[Ed Hart]

yes, beautifully expressed, but why hurry into that reflection when still swimming in the lake of time, with fingers that can grasp and hold, and still with hungry mind