Metaphorical

Lie to yourself 
It is the only thing that makes any sense 
To the melancholic bark in the distance 
Beautifully sounding correct in expectance 
Telling yourself he is far away is the only difference 
From here his call makes for the proper ambience 
 
Overcast the drizzle sets in over the mere 
Moth-rain lapping gently at the surface 
To-and-fro the ebbing push and pull 
Lays it down in waves of droplets 
Bulbously each little one turns inside out 
The silver-edged face of water 
 
Both near and far is affected 
The smallest meet the greatest 
To deliver the building of a paradigm sweeter 
Than the offerings of the wasted heath 
Too arid for spirits to break 
To blister even the oldest with 
 
Parts come together 
In synergy to create the greater whole 
For something else to meet 
That which has always been forbidden 
To find you here upon your feet 
Looking for what is hidden

Waterworks