A Moon in the Lake
(Where I First Saw You Differently)
Your reflection in the lake…
wasn’t just you.
It was the moon,
or the memory of the moon,
disguised in your light.
I stood at the edge of still water —
and saw something too perfect
to belong to this world.
The ripple didn’t blur your beauty,
it danced for it.
The water didn’t just hold your shape,
it cradled it
like a secret.
You were not standing beside me…
you were floating
in silver.
And for a moment,
I forgot the moon existed —
because you looked more like it
than it ever looked like itself.
Even the night hushed.
Even the stars blinked slower.
Even my breath,
paused.
I don’t know if I was watching you
or worshipping you.
But I know this —
something holy stood before me,
and smiled.
And in that moment,
I believed in illusions.
Because sometimes,
the most beautiful truth
looks exactly like a dream.
Since then,
every moonlit lake
reminds me of
you.
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