Water anchors my dreams.
Memories bob upon rippled
whispers and the thirst of
the moonlight. I can hear
my name.
Bullfrogs inspire cricket songs.
The lightning tells my story.
Soft rumbles from angels
above, warning the lake of
the coming downpour.
Dark waves lapping are
a burden to the shore.
Step into the warm water with
dew drenched feet and
wipe the tears you
do not have.
Let the striking rain tell you
secrets in your sleep. Wishing
on stars is not a promise.
Hold onto the thread that
weaves shadows and light.