Skeller Lake

I spent the night at Skeller Lake
Beneath the bloom, the waves of grey
The light danced through on earthy field
Through glossy green of dream surreal

Between the leaves of tortured weed
The swaying gold and ivy lead
A globe of snow here speckled white
Inside my eye, still seen at night

Approached I did the glowing dome
On floor of lake of depth unknown
Till pressed against its shell was I
Its surface strange and boney dry

Through skin I heard a beating heart
Of signal weak and outlook dark
My hand pressed through and into laid
Within the shell my purpose made

I look up to the waters deep
Through tangled eel and algae green
Of which another swimmer came
To rest inside, this ancient frame