I walk on the shores
Of the glittering lake.
The moon shimmers
In the overlapping
Rifts of waves that take my suddenly
Appearing tears into the water
Which binds the lake to me.
We become connected
In some small way
And I feel that we are one.
I cry because on a beautiful night
Such as this,
I realize,
That I am not his and for as long
As I live,
He will never give me
The love that I yearn for
Him to provide
With care, kindness, and trust
That he lets someone else take all away.
