The Stillness Of The Lake

Beneath the silver evening sky, the lake remains asleep,
Holding the fading light of day within its silence deep.
No hurried waves disturb its face, no restless winds arise,
Only quiet reflections drift beneath the darkening skies.

The water mirrors passing clouds like memories untold,
Soft ripples carry hidden thoughts too fragile still to hold.
The surface seems so calm and clear, untouched by fear or ache,
Yet endless worlds lie silently beneath the still, dark lake.

Like the human mind at rest, it guards what eyes cannot see,
The depth of buried emotions and forgotten history.
Stillness does not mean emptiness nor absence of the storm,
Sometimes silence hides the places where unseen feelings form.

The moon bends low upon the lake, its reflection pale and slow,
As though the water understands the weight of what we know.
Every quiet wave returning seems to whisper through the night,
That peace is not the lack of pain, but surviving without fight.

The trees lean close beside the shore like listeners standing near,
Watching the lake protect its truths too delicate to hear.
For calmness often carries things too deep for words to say,
Like sorrow resting peacefully at the ending of the day.

And somewhere in that silent depth where shadows softly blend,
The lake becomes a mirror where the restless finally mend.
Its stillness teaches weary hearts the beauty found in pause,
The strength within surrender and the healing silence draws.

So let the quiet water rest beneath the silver skies,
Holding unseen galaxies where hidden meaning lies.
For beneath the calm reflection where the peaceful currents wake,
Lives the endless depth of thought within the stillness of the lake.