Water, with lidless stare,
Invites a cool surmise,
Holds there his curious eyes,
Blind with the mid-day glare
    And false surprise.

The depths are yet opaque,
Because the glassy shelf
Returns him to himself,
Pure surface like the lake;
    Self cries to self.

He moves, and sun floods through,
The liquid vaults run clear.
Color is shadow here,
Thin azure and deep blue,
    Like sudden fear.