Dark Waters Poem by Robert Rittel

Memories knotted by a stimulating tread,
images attach themselves to some secret pled.
Tension and liquid courage stirring the night,
graving stimulation already in sight.
Motions that hunt that savage dream,
currents of lost faith never less so keen.
Desired water tainted with old dust,
heritage of fears so agile when combust.
Elements of other lies and its stain,
tincture of believing and acting in vain.
Concealed in subtle unaware and blind,
all enough reason in time and place to find.
Space by ideal may esteem to might,
frames for pictures waiting to come to light.
Undeniable dangerous speculative mind,
reawaken by shades of delusional kind.
Accumulated waters taken on momentum,
rushing towards the fall of sanctum.