And the moon showed her face,
Casting softness over grass.
Suddenly pleasant was the place,
The lake appearing sheen as glass.
To shatter such illusions,
Could surely bring one joy.
For something so perfectly serene,
Was mocking me.
Splashing through the water, ripples creeping to the shore,
Clouds filling in the edges, smothering the moon.
And the place that was so calm before,
Dipped into darkness as
The moon was smothered by envious clouds,
Who could never shine so bright.
And as ripples subsided, water did not return to glass,
Because the sweet serenity of midnight moonlight passed.
- November 18th, 2009
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