The still lake in my mind,
through its mirror
my soul smiles at me,
the rising sun is melting his colours
into us
as he plays with the waves
breaking inside me
and sweeping me into you,
when I let go of wanting,
and fall into feeling
while the sea washes from the sand,
our footprints,
as if we had never been…



Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2007