A Song for Annie

I drifted on a crystal lake;
The stars, in bright array,
Reflected in its mirrored face,
A glittering bouquet.
I scooped the water in my hand
And much to my delight
There in my hand for one small span
I held the twinkling light

But as it slipped out of my grasp
And back in to the sky
I do believe it winked at me
From the corner of its eye