Thursday, February 18, 2016

A Poem Draft

Moon and Lake

I spoke a word to the silent moon;
the starlight witnessed what I said was true.
The moon herself in reflection shone
on the little lake where the rowers row,
the glassy land where the rowers row,
the silvern mirror that in moonlight shone.
I spoke a word, my word was true,
and she smiled with light, did the silent moon.