Calm blue waters
dimly lit sky
a peaceful journey
in the pale moonlight.
Crickets chirp
to ease the soul
to weight the lids
of the young and old.
The world sleeps
and here I walk
thinking of verses
acting out thoughts.
Watching the stars
mark eons in time
for the minutes are marked
be mere men like I.
But minutes make hours
and the hours make days
giving each man
the stars mortal ray,
and hopefully others
with thoughts such as mine
will walk the same road
and remember my shine.