Stirring

A shame to waste the beauty
On so few who truly might
Be able one day, to simply enjoy,
experience, and delight in the night.

The velvet silence, broken rarely
As if the whole world slumbered
Merrily seeking, yet to find
This mystic place and time

Dark reflections shimmering in
the cold and solemn water
A ghost of light playing back and forth
As we sit and ponder

The moments drag on, eternities pass
But so little changes, a different past
We feel the hope, touch our dreams
And on turning, we find ourselves
In the sober, familiar past.