The Lake Poem by Daniele Cerasoli

It was beautiful.
A decoration of trees, flowing
With the wind,
Outlining a lake which glistened
As if it were a bar of gold
Carved into a valley that seemed to
Never end.
Never fade

It was mine
Because no one could appreciate it like
I could.
Silent, Peaceful
Completely Safe, completely Secure
Energetic and Wistful
It was a dream.
It was perfect

The lake was my home.
I came to know everything about it
All its secrets
All its puzzles
And it knew me
Perhaps better than myself
It gave me assurance
It gave me hope - Trust

It was a long dream which suddenly turned a nightmare
The dream was stripped from me with no regards
For how I felt about it
I was like someone came into my home
And took it from me.
It was mine, I loved it, I was
Utterly Devastated
Left gazing in Disbelief

It just wasn't there.
It was as if it had packed up
And left
Leaving me behind, alone
An enormous part of me, gone
Gone with the wind that oscillated the trees
The trees and valley meant little without the lake I loved so dearly
It was what they confined that I missed most

I waited and waited
But the lake never returned
Dried up in a vat of Heartache.
And so I left
Faith lost in the lake, hoping that it would return
Leaving me
Broken, Shattered
Distrustful, Embarrassed

I stood in the place where the lake once was
Enveloped in immense imagery
Of the flowing trees and the never-ending valley
The place where I once felt Secure
It now leaves me a man
With no home - no dream
Left alone
Left where the lake once was