"Shimmers"

 Shimmers

I wrote a poem, then wrote two and three

None approach the shimmer that I see

Shimmers on the water as I write

The waters remain blurry in the night

Sadness overwhelming or a rage

In which the random waters set the stage

I feel as if I wrote it long ago

The feeling of transcendency, a blow

The ripples in the water settle down

The shimmers leave the image that I found

The pain I feel is only in my heart

The cavalcade is riding to depart

I know not of the presence in the gleam

A lunar ghost is splashing in the stream

Awash the blood goes past the words I deem

I lay upon the waters in a dream

Soaring into heaven as I begin to stall

Heart remains in shatters as I haven't helped at all

That becomes the testament that's leading to the fall

I spiral out, she spirals in, and that remains the call

I haven't helped at all

And, still, these words mean nothing in the end

As all the shimmers try to rip and rend

The rhoetry as is so surely claimed

Leaves the nothingness as still unnamed

I am beginning to despise my rhoetic efforts.