Still water...

Still water...
Still growing older,
Though the ripples on the surface
has faded and died...
Still water...
Like a mirror I´m leaning over,
Or is it me staring up
at a reflexion above..?
Still water...
Maybe and maybe not an existence that is for real;
Am I?
Ripples again...
A stone slowly falling through still darker waters;
Once down, hard to find
But always there...
Still water...
If I go in will he go up?
With his back turned and never knowing
what lies in the past..?
Turn around scared,
Better to not know what is to be.
No time for this, I convince myself.
Must be off,
Places to go and people to see...
Unfinished business.

better to not know what is to be. But still, we must have a hope for a better time.

Unfinished business....
I sincerly miss your poems - sometimes I miss the meaning - But you never miss the misty and mystery grip
So long my dear poet.