how still the silent water greets the night
a gentle muffled splashing at its shores
reflects a moon that quietly implores
the lake to join her in her lonely flight.
how smooth the ripples gleaming silver light
a path that ghosts away with splendid dawn
a thousand fireflies dancing upon
the frozen highway shining in the night.
and to the sun that yawns across the east
no silver light falls over misty lakes
no evidence of midnight dreams, at least
(Only the moon, the moon
remembers all.)
Dec 21, 2015
Dec 21, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
how still the silent water greets the night
a gentle muffled splashing at its shores
reflects a moon that quietly implores
the lake to join her in her lonely flight.
how smooth the ripples gleaming silver light
a path that ghosts away with splendid dawn
a thousand fireflies dancing upon
the frozen highway shining in the night.
and to the sun that yawns across the east
no silver light falls over misty lakes
no evidence of midnight dreams, at least
(Only the moon, the moon
remembers all.)
