New Rhythms

I study the lake with its stripes 
holding up faded towers against a clouded sky. 
It is time to erase this longing for night 
and accept the gift of another day. 

I have lost what I have lost, 
and neglected some clinging remnants. 
I have opened my eyes in a new world 
that asks of me only my desire. 

What can I give; what shall I take? 
Whatever floats into words, 
somehow shaped by new rhythms 
and surcease from what no longer holds me.