Picture yourself in a boat on a river,
floating, sinking, fading.
Mist seeping into your bones,
condensing within your mind,
confusion in the purest form.
Dancing fireflies taunting you
with their certainty.
Skin turning inside out
to the sound of your own song,
afraid of what those melodies might mean.
Until tomorrow
you will be lost to the night,
so enjoy the stars
shining their apologies
for leading you astray
and run your fingers
through the glowing water.