…”Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, searching my reaches for what she really is.
Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully.
She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes.
Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness….” ~ Sylvia Plath
- come and find me.