I poured out my sorrows upon the lake,
savoring the contrast of dark soul and sunlit water.
Desperately, I searched the depths with my eyes,
looking for a poem that did not exist,
or perhaps for an answer that did.
On either side of me,
the gulls sang their love songs and the mighty willows wept,
green-eyed tears trailing into murky blue water.
Or perhaps I was the one crying.
