The river, flat as glass
but storms break glass
into bloodstained shards
dripping in the reflected sunset

Mangled driftwood with
splintered hands and
saber-toothed smiles
float in the wake of the curious

who listen to my music
a cascading crescendo
through rocks and riffles
carried on a torrential current

with the song of a loon
and a voice like a siren
I can lure you to 
the murmuration of the depths

Take my hand
from the white capped waters
luminescent transcendence
naked within the rhythmic tides

Dance to my melodies
caress my desires
as I tempt you deeper
with mercurial beauty

Feel our hearts beat
to the drumming of tears
that escape on the edge 
of foam lapping waves

The boat, drifts empty
on mirrored deceptions
as the mist returns
to the mud fringed shore

[Cathy Joyce Lee can be found hiking trails and paddling canoes. Her poetry is inspired by nature and artistic images painted by her uncle. Her writing reflects the emotions of life, death, resilience and rebirth in the natural and supernatural worlds. Cathy has been published in literary journals, including 7th-Circle Pyrite, Pure Slush, Dream Noir, and Prosetrics Literary Magazine.]