Just a little something I wrote while I was out at the pier, lakeside. Enjoy?

In the aWake

The ebbing tides and breezes bend

Beneath the transitory skies,

I wonder where these waters end...



And in the mystery they lend

Embracing winds' and waters' tie

The shifting tides and breezes bend



Ever-changing seasons send

A rush of ardor past my eyes,

And beauties over waters' end



Patterns of my life now blend,

Retreating from repeating lies

Which the flowing zephyrs bend



Elements of hope defend

The grace with which the heavens cry

Mourning not the summer's end



Despite persistent twists and bends,

Horizons cannot ever end.