raindrops weep from my window
to the tempo of a heartbeat,
splatter on the sill,
& fall before my feet.

pitter patter, it goes...

the tranquil gleam of the moon
casts a velvet glow upon my wall;
an unbridled gale rattles the glass
& the raindrops continue to fall.

as they coalesce, a puddle grows...

my weary soul reflects in the dark
with palms pressed together tight,
confused & misty eyed,
seeking sanctuary in the light.

in its presence, i’m alright...

But drifting fog swallows the moon
as the chilly wind shifts direction;
i’m consumed by a wolfish darkness,
& mournfully abandon my reflection.

yet another wanderer lost to the night...

& so the wall no longer glows
& the puddle only grows...

am I drowning?
God only knows.