The candle in the moonlight reminds me of their eyes in the mist,

flickering ever so slightly as I breathe in

and out. The water shimmers, glimmers in the moonlight, ivory mist

in the sky, a dream just inviting me in.

Oh, the lily pads float, not a ripple to tickle the silence

as my boat moves through the water. Soulful music is this silence.

The air is a mirror of my mind…..clear as ‘Dear, Mother’ letters

made in my hand once a night.

My name consists of thirteen letters,

though it feels like not one can describe me any night.

So I sit in this here boat, eternally afloat in this lake devoid of time.

With my candle still a-flickering, hands never a-shaking, I float through these waters ‘till the end of my time.