Your Reflection in the Lake

Your Reflection in the Lake

(A Whispered Beginning)

Your face in the still water —

like the moon leaning down to kiss its own shadow.

A shimmer. A hush.

A dream draped in silver mist.

The lake holds you —

as if it were made just to reflect

your quiet kind of beauty.

And I…

I lose myself

in the illusion of you.

For a moment,

I forget where the moon ends

and you begin.

And maybe…

they’re one and the same.

You stand beneath the night,

yet you are the night’s meaning —

soft, glowing, untouchable.

I stare too long,

and even the moon seems jealous.

It retreats behind clouds,

leaving only your reflection behind —

as if nature, too, chose you

over stars.

There’s something in your gaze

that turns silence into poetry.

And something in your stillness

that makes even time bow low.

Was it truly you I saw in the lake —

or just a longing,

so beautiful,

it pretended to be real?

Still…

my heart believes what it sees,

and it saw the moon tonight —

in your eyes.

From the moment I saw you,

nothing else was ever just a reflection again.