In the reflection of the window as it rained I traced outline of your face. It wiped away. I wondered why I couldn't be one of those drops. Even though I know how hard they fall when I dream of a February verse.
In the reflection of the lake fighting off the breeze I let the tide pull me in and just laid there. I wondered how surface tension could still hold me up. Even though I know how heavy my heart can be when I dream Of just floating away from short days and longer nights away.