Black Water

You live by a mantra that describes you well

Be curious, not judgemental

I don't know why I suddenly remembered that

Our encounter such a pleasant memory

You're easy to talk to and hard to forget

And no, I still haven't been to the Scottish meadows

You know that dream?

It still keeps coming back to me

I'm standing by a lake pitch black in the full moon

The forest mirrors perfectly on the still surface

So still is the water, you can see every detail, every texture

So undisturbed that when I enter, it's as if entering into

Pitch, black, oil

Moonbeams strike the waves, making white lights flow and dance

On the branches of a tree that bows above me

The quality of that moment passed me by

The perfection of it somehow uneventful

Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror

Of nowhere to hide

A blowback, I left traces

And it hurts the regret stabbing at my chest

I lived most of my life behind the curtain

We are only as sick as our darkest secrets

We are only as sick as our darkest secrets

I look down, not expecting to see my hand in the dark water

But there it is under a perfectly clear, almost hyaline surface

It seems paler than it really is

Ripples circle my body, gliding forward over the perfect mirror image of the night

Obscuring the detailed textures of the forest

And disturbing the twinkling light of the stars that cover a pretend sky

Moonbeams strike the waves, making white lights flow and dance

On the branches of a tree that bowes above me

The quality of that moment passed me by

The perfection of it somehow uneventful

Adrenaline filled my veins, the terror

Of nowhere to hide

A blowback, I left traces

And it hurts, the regret stabbing at my chest

I lived most of my life behind the curtain

We are only as sick as our darkest secrets

We are only as sick as our darkest secrets

I hope you are still in London

I soon will be and want to take some more pleasant walks with you

Right after, I must head to Istanbul

You must tell me how to reach that fascinating cave city you explored

Now leave your address and phone number at all of the places I wrote you

In case you don't receive this letter by Friday

Let us plan to meet at noon, Sunday

In front of Westminster Abbey

Moonbeams strike the waves

We are only as sick as our darkest secrets

Moonbeams strike the waves

We are only as sick as our darkest secrets

Moonbeams strike the waves

We are only as sick as our darkest secrets

Moonbeams strike the waves

We are only as sick as our darkest secrets...