The wind whips through tassels of grassthat wave in the sundown’s pale light.Dark waters shine, reflect the massof oak branches that welcome the night.Across the lake, the sun departs:its weary disc slips past the dew —the eye of day winks and embarks —many distant suns wink into view.One by one, the deep night unveilseach point of light with worlds to see,clumped in tassels that silently sailin winds that flow through galaxies.I sit at night and watch dark seasunfold past this earthly lakeshore.The child in me will climb the treesto touch distant waves. I am more.
