went down to the lake to watch the waves today

the stormy skies mirrored the ashen waves

it became disorienting trying to separate the gray above from the gray below

did the rain fall or rise

it seemed impossible to say

equal parts my mind and my heart, both with an indelible ache, both turmoil laden, both restless in this mire of nothing

the docks under water from the nonstop showers of the last week

this is me as painted by the brush strokes of goddess and reflected in the drizzle of sadness

my voice, weak and reedy as the wind blows my thoughts away over the choppy waters

longing to be swept out to the waves to sink below

a lone splash of color in this colorless world of water and rain and tears only separated by the indistinct lines of nature and dream