the lake

Moonlight shimmers on the wide expanse of darkness that draws you into its thoughts.
Peace radiating off of every rock and cove proving the seclusion of the surrounding secrets.
As he stands there looking out over the picture adding his own secrets to the turmoil that it holds; a light breeze starts to stir,pulling at him, begging him to let go.
As a tear falls down his face the sound of the lapping water calls out:'it will be ok' for I have felt many pains too.
Give me yours my friend, i have enough room my friend, i have enough room for all your doubts, fears, and anxieties.
I have been here since you were a boy.
So come my son and tell me all.
And then he did.