A white mist hangs on the lake, a translucent veil
on the head of a bride standing alone in front
of the wedding altar.
She is so chillingly beautiful, her tears trapped under
the placid surface that shows an absent expression.
But underneath, she buries her pulsing sorrows among the
tangled weeds, left for the minnows to gnaw.
Her silent sobs echo among the trees,
shattering the faint sunlight into faded autumn leaves
that are strewn on her empty wedding bed.
The pines hang their heads in silent respect, their
limp arms unable to comfort the jilted bride.
A lone water strider etches neverending circles on her
heart, leaving faint trails of thin veins that
inconsiderately refresh her ache.
As the sun rudely breaks into her sacred chamber,
she slides behind her mirrored facade- as her emotions
fade away, dissolving into a pool of nothingness.