Upon the lake, where silent waters lie,
A silver maiden climbs the dusky sky.
Beneath the bough, a vessel rests in grace,
Its journey neither bound by time nor place.
Hath it returned from shores beyond our sight,
Or waits it yet to wander through the night?
The waters speak no answer to the shore,
Nor tell what lies beyond, or came before.
Yet lo, what joy when mortal eyes behold
A common hour transformed to quiet gold!
Not by command, nor wisdom handed down,
But by a wonder each must find alone.
For I have watched the leaves in autumn dance,
And found whole kingdoms in a fleeting glance.
Yet sweeter still than all my eyes have known
Is beauty found by eyes unlike mine own.
One soul beholds the moon, another, sea;
And neither sees what all the others see.
Yet when one whispers, “Come, behold this sight,”
Two hearts may share the wonder of one night.
Thus beauty grows, though nothing hath been taken;
One moment shared, another soul awakened.
And what was seen beneath a single sky
Lives on in other hearts, and cannot die.
With Grace & Ink,
Mai
