The moon was erupting
Cold
From the lake tonight
Slowly
Pale light creating shadows
One more time
Exposed remnants of waves
Now just ripples
Glistening as they danced
Toward the shoreline
Where daylight memories
Will fade, lost forever,
Whether I saw them or not.
Swallowed in the night lake
As the moon rose smaller
Drifting though a silky night
Perhaps a harbinger
of what is to come,
perhaps just a memory
of what has been.
And I sat watching
Thinking how little we knew,
And the choice of peace or fear
in not knowing.