deep currents

flash frozen like a fourth phase of water
found within your walls and bound
under ice crusting over some siberian lake
which hides darker currents
that still flow fast and deep
as they do when in sleep
and those dreams you dare to keep
that take you out of the present
moment to land you on your feet
in a world of make believe.

or those scenes burned within a heart
which get replayed in your mind
a thousand times a day
when there’s nothing left to say
and there’s nothing that you’d change
and there’s no one near to hear
the secrets that you keep
in currents running deep.