This article is written by a student writer from the Her Campus at Oswego chapter.
Vast and loud, the waves ripple and crack.
I see your reflection when the water
calms, sternly crashing close to me.
The green blue of the lake is transcending.
It’s like a spaceship,
large and mystical, carrying me
to another world, better and brighter.
Free of any mess or chaos. Peaceful.
When the water is calm, you
stare back once more.
Our eyes meeting, holding my gaze
trying to tell me something.
What is it? Are you too warm?
I’ll cool you down. Waving
my arms near you, hoping,
praying, that it will save you.