Emma Lake

There is a place on the mainland,
North of city noise
Where emma lake is poised
Surrounded by glacial tops.
The sight, standing on the mountains ridge
Is pressing
Pressing on eternal night
Pushing combustible life
Out of a deflated chest;
Rest with me
You’ll see its not so hard to breath up here
Where even the lake knows its own beauty
And covers itself with a soft sheet of ice

Here the sky stretches out like water warped canvas
and the trees are yawning,
tilting towards hillside paradise
This is what beautiful British Columbia feels like
It is pressing,
this heavy grey shade of luxury,
pressing on eternal night.