At Twin Lakes (coron)

somehow you arrive
at a conclusion that we are all rocks
with unique
formations and strangers love to watch
us
that we are some towers
facing the sea
some have solid hands
praying to the sky

you feel that you hear nothing
the screams for help are gone
and what reigns supreme
are only our
very one voices
speaking upon our
consciences

our lips are sealed forever
there is no use for
conversations

it is the words of the world
that speak for themselves
without using
our words

thus you climb upon a steep rocky hill
then go down
to find a deep blue lake
without a fish
with nothing but dead corals
trying to entice you
to become alive
and be one with everybody in the
silence of the
ferns

you swim and feel the coldness of the water
you feel love
because there is no one there anymore

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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