I watch heavy glass fall into
Shades of translucent blue
The water waving to the departing hills
Which glide over its surface
The glistening, beautiful face
Of this drenching blue smokescreen
Laughing in my face, mocking my tears
Every glassy tear which falls
Into the scornful innocence
Of the once gentle circles
Latches onto my neck and pulls me closer to itself
Until I cannot leave this sight of hopelessness
Until I fall in
the ripples in the water are not gentle anymore
(crit please. also, the first line is not the title. It is the first line of the poem
