Waterway

On that night I'll think I can smell it,
That cleansing salt, in the crystal waters,
My eyes see in the lucid lake,
The likeness of what I've left behind me,
Sparkling in it's simple shimmer,
Brighter almost in the remake,
More shaky yet more defined.

Maybe the music over my shoulder,
The sound fused into uncertainty,
Only the silent waves sway into my ear,
Beckon me closer into their clear call,
In their stirring thoughts I wonder,
I imagine their slow speech, so sincere,
Embraced in their rise and fall, so near.

But then I look down at it,
And that scent of sulphur diamonds,
Now just dirt for dirts sake.
Nothing at all reflected, just mud
And mire and muck, just my luck
That this river's actually opaque,
Leading nowhere, only to distrust.