A Reflection (Mezzo-Soprano)
With fresh blooded cheeks
And hair like stallions
I used to see a girl in a lake.
A beautiful girl
With skin like milk and hair so wild
Yet tamed as if washed in the water.
Swimming alone under the half-hidden moon.
A lake of desires
Of the men and women
Swarming around like bees and watching,
Watching only the girl.
Except around her, and she,
A source of light.
So focused on her was the moon.
Wading through slime and moss
To be near, inches away,
Until the water,
Between our bodies
Could be felt so close.
Until I was not young,
And she, too, no longer a girl.
In the sunlight
She I, and I she,
Together as one, a reflection conjoined.
Now we swim in that very same lake
Desiring one another.