The Current Takes Me There Poem by mifael llauderes

The current takes me there
On the surface it is calm
The undertow being stronger
In the shimmering dawn

I’d like you see the signs
Through the changes of tides
The subtle turning of climes
Behind the fogs she hides

And creeps along so quietly
The lady in the woods
The naked eyes don’t see
The clues are ill perceived

And while we are asleep
She’ll barge into our doors
And sweep away into the open
Our hidden metaphors