There is a quiet sunset on the lake,
where serenely is a girl
in a pale blue, flowing dress
fanned out against the dock,
with polka dots like tears.
She watches the sun go behind the trees.
Her home lays beyond those trees,
A white house across lake
beautiful enough to bring tears
to anyone who knows this girl
or sees her on the dock
wearing her pale blue dress.
A pleasant gift, that dress,
that still smells of evergreen trees,
found lonely on the dock
with its owner in the lake.
Unclothed and unfaltering, the girl
swims in the lake of her tears.
Let no one see your tears
her mother said, fixing her dress.
Woman now, not merely a girl
who scrapes her knees climbing trees.
So she cries into the lake
at sunset, sitting on the dock.
Today, near that old dock,
She shamelessly sheds her tears
while swimming in the lake
without disrepute or her dress,
protected from others by the trees
Embracing who she was as a girl.
She doesn't act like a girl;
now basking in the fading sun on the dock
staring up at the overhanging trees.
Washed clean of tears
and of her formal dress,
Here in her happy place on the lake.
Who can know her eyes have tears
unless they see her on the dock
crying and hiding her feelings in the lake?
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