The Lady and the lake

The lake beside my house
has been singing to me as of late.
I'm not sure if I can muster the courage
to reply back.

I hear her voice fluttering away,
calling in distress, this mistress,
this empress of success,
trying to reel me into her abyss
trying to drown me in her tumult.

I can not say that my doubts and fears
have not heard her too.
They have become anxious to overcome
their past reputations, and meet this
child of a planet long since passed away.

I pace around my home. Encircling all
that I have found comfort in, racing from
side to side, contemplating whether she
is a siren or the sun.

Suddenly a wind picks upon me. I shake
my fist in defiance, but my pride washes
away like the sand castles on the beach.

My soul has been stirred.