staring at the water

The night is cold and quiet
The moon in its full glory
is playing with the shadows
and the treacherous game makes him harrow


He chases them
while they phase
They glide over the brook
And wryly he looks


Staring at the water listlessly
His thoughts wander timidly
They rush through forests unknown
and seas unfathomed
while his heart is unbound


Staring at the water listlessly
A beautiful face bows over him
Two souls on the brook's edge
hope that the moon is caged

But the moon rises 
while they share their blues and violets