That matches ripples on the lake,
Where memories float like phantom lights
Across the waters in their wake.
Our wooden raft, weather-worn and wise,
Cradles us in its gentle sway,
While darkness wraps around us both
Like velvet at the close of day.
The loons cry out their mournful song
A primal echo of my yearning,
While spring peepers weave silver notes
Through reeds where fireflies are burning.
Your face—oh god, your precious face
Holds stories written in starlight,
Each feature sculpted by the dark,
Then gilded by the cosmic night.
I watch the Milky Way reflect
Within your eyes of midnight blue,
While shooting stars streak overhead
As if they’re falling just for you.
The air tastes sweet with pine and mint,
Night-blooming flowers scent the breeze,
Our fingers touch like questions asked
Beneath the watching pine trees.
Such perfect silence fills the space
Between each breath we dare to take,
While time stands still and hearts beat loud
Across the mirror of the lake.
Now years have passed, yet still I feel
The wooden planks beneath my palm,
Still hear your whispered wonderings
Float upward through that sacred calm.
My heart—it aches with such sweet pain,
Each pulse a tide that draws me back
To that dark night upon Star Lake
Where love blazed bright against the black.
These memories burn like northern lights,
Too fierce and precious to forget
The night that nature held its breath
To watch our souls in starlight met.
I’d trade a thousand tomorrows
To drift once more upon that sea,
Where universe and heart were one,
And you were there to share with me.
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