I'm drowning in dawnlight
Her pupils glisten – lifeless steel.
Shallow breaths float hesitant
like daybreak breeze along the keel of
a forsaken boat moored in a pool
of vacancy. Her matted mind
strains to recall the silhouettes of souls
rising haze above the gleaming skin of
river’s limbs. Thawed by dawn
her edges smear cloudy where
the sunrays sketch and scribble.
Dew drops dribble from a
willow’s fingers over
her face in the mirror. The close
draws nearer. Not a murmur to caress
the surface. Nor a
teal to scissor the reflection.
Nothing left to feel but yawning
and engulfing static, a soft glove
she slips slowly into, growing intangible, almost
prismatic. Stems, and leaves, and flowers of dawnlight
shower her motionless
eyelids. No more than a wisp of
life expires from her last breath
as she flows oh so serenely
to her deafening and blinding outfall.