The moon smiles at his reflection
In the inlet below.
The air’s awash in sweet star songs,
Recalled from long ago.
Memories float across the night
Like breezes, soft and low,
Drifting in through the window screen
To settle like soft snow.
They whisper in her sleeping ear
Of those she used to know,
Reminding her they are still near,
And that they love her so.
She murmurs softly in her dream,
Asking them not to go,
But they can linger only as long
As the small stars still glow.
For, as it has forever done,
The night moves, hushed and slow,
Unwavering upon its path,
With memories in tow.
But, when she wakens in the dawn,
The new day all aglow,
Those memories will have left seeds
Of new joys yet to grow.








