At the lake

Thread, an invisible feeling
over head under reeling
Reflection, a visible look
to a reaktion by the hook

Storm, to strong and thin
like a worm under my skin
To dive, a try to disappear
counts to five, only a tear

Trees, two lines in the lake
the soul´s breeze of break
Leaves, lighter than a mind
of beliefs, or love we find

Fishes, a shoal in my life
takes my wishes in a strife
What now, a moment later
and how, feed the alligator

© Björn Blomqvist 2016-09-14