Diamonds shimmer in the depths of the calmest pond.
I reach for one, but I cannot touch it.
Instead I create a current and stir the murky depths to action.
Mud and clay cloud the once clear pool
So that the only evidence is washed away in a roaring wave.
The wave descends and shatters the once still air
Into the voices of a thousand tiny angels,
Each one crying out for a lost soul to save.
As the river breaks into the ocean of dreams,
I stare and wonder at the magnificence.
Dare I?
I stand at the banks, unnerved, yet intrigued as I make my decision.
Casting away all that is required of me,
I dive into the howling waters
In search of the diamond I could not reach.
The raging subsides as the river claims yet another foolish lover.
Jennifer Frisk