I sit alone:

watching the slight wave of the water 

reflect the daffodil Moon

creating the perfect halo,

I sit alone:

as the blur of trees in the distance

makes me wonder,
what's beyond this lake?

I sit alone.

I sit alone.

I sit alone:

waiting for a boat to drift towards the rocky sand,

the dark ink blue closes in on me.

why is the only source of light so far away?

how is it

that these graphite

clouds,

(lighter than me)

are illuminated

by the Moon.

not a single house light on.

nobody home.

small critters chirping,

and the faint whisper of my breath 

rustling the blades of grass

beneath my legs.

lonely.

the Moon creates a walk way of light

from one end of the lake 

to another

and I wish I could walk on this gleaming bridge 

but only these boats

that don't drift toward my sand

walk this glistening path.