Unclearly

The suggestion of the lake
  or the water in it
The suggestion of the shore
  or the grasses
The suggestion of the clouds
  or the flock of birds
It is all so far and shapeless
  yet so near in being
The mists shroud what might be
  the mind suggests
What it has always seen
  it might not be there
It may have gone in the storm
  with its pounding
Noise clashing and blowing
  pouring down change
We are lost yet we reach out
  to see what was once
Solid and is now shifted
  we seek the refuge
From what is too much
  to what we want to be