Teasing Ideas

I lie on my stomach,
the wet snow melting
as it
reaches my hair,
the grey sky
making me frown.
I watch the ideas floating
on top of the deep, black lake,
and I want  them - all of them.

They tease me,
telling me to just
grab them.
I reach out, 
my fingertips caressing the icy water,
but then

                                                                                             they swim away 

leaving a chorus of teasing cackle
ringing in my ears.