The Frozen Lake

Gazing into the lake, of water so clear,
Where it held things, to me so dear
I would reach inside, and lovingly take hold,
Of the things beneath, or just stand and behold
I would even jump, into its warm embrace
The waters within, I would feel and taste
I would spend all day, lost within,
An intimacy for eternity, it sometimes seem

The winter comes, nothing I could do
The fault to lay on, I don’t know who
The water freezes, into glistening ice
I see still beneath, with teary eyes
I see still, the things so dear,
Moving under, the ice so clear
I touch the surface, a forbidding cold
Refusing now, to let me close
Now I can only, see and behold,
The things beneath, no longer able to take hold
Still I see, the things beneath,
Now I can only gaze, with regret and grief