Lady of the sweet water

I lean over the banks,
drawing ripples in reflection.
Lamenting my pain,
lady of sweet water.
Where is my rain?

I gather mist in my eyes,
finding blankness there.
Not wanting to cope,
lady of sweet water.
Where is my hope?

The water draws near,
Whispering water on stone.
Reflecting a beam,
lady of sweet water.
Were you a dream?


Penned by my hand on the 9th of Glacian, in the year 462 AF.