The gentle haze across the water makes
Me feel almost like I am dreaming it.
The rippling black lake, the darker mountains,
The sky that seems to take a purple hue.
The kind of beauty pictures can’t do justice.
A perfect peace. I rest my head against
The dock and try to burn the stars into
My mind. The giant behemoths of light
that look like sparkling grains of sand from where
I lie, rocking with the waves of the lake.
The sound of my friends’ laughter rings across
The water. We joke of jumping in, and
I want to — to become one with the night
In one grand leap. But that would mean we’d have
To go inside sooner, seeking the comfort
Of the heat from the mid-November chill.
So we remain observers of the scene,
Admiring this gorgeous, vast universe
As long as we can, but not long enough.