My solitary heart is fishing for tomorrow,
bathed in moonlit shades of battle grey.
‘Wait no more.‘ I whisper to nobody as I slide
into the ripples of the lake, searching
for an elusive silver lining in the cumulus
reflected in my unseeing eyes.
Outstretched arms sweep the surface
in grandiose gesture of ballerina poise.
A delicate flick of elongated fingers
sprinkles crystal shimmers, then a pause.
Turbulent waters clear to calming, and
reveal a high shine mirror smiling back.
The clouds break with a tumble overhead
and so do I, blisters soothed to droplets
by the cool wash of wonderful.
Taken to the edge with the ebb until
released to go with the flow. I float,
at last untethered from my loneliness
Written for Stuart McPherson’s Poetics prompt over at dVerse Poets tonight where it’s all bit beautifully melancholic…