What is new and what is old

Don’t want to feel your cold

But still, leave the energy in my mind

There is no part that survives without

Basically, I find love in the frozen waves of conversations,

And every push that makes me create them, 

is better than a peaceful clear lake.

Because there is no way our boats will touch each other.

The sun might shine bright and the fish appear clear and closer than they are, but there is no distraction. No boat, no move.

The steaming water created by the waves is more powerful. 

More beautiful, and a better reflection of you. No distraction of the fish. Only my boat sinking to the bottom, waiting for another wave that might push me up again.

Wave me, sink me, hurt me, but never totally leave me on a clear water.

C.