THE LONELY WHITE WOLF

lake

perceiving a lake in the distance
obscured within a knotted forest.
 the path, at first, appeared quite hidden
 and the lake beyond my clasp.
 so profound were those waters -
 the glass surface glistened and shone,
 but underneath was murky, i faltered:
 what hidden bodies would i unearth?
 the sylvan setting seemed hospitable
 and concealed my lake from view.
 my arms they bled from wading branches
 and following the path i knew.
 determined was i to swim those waters,
 pushing until i could break through.