Millions of twinkling stars
Fill the otherwise empty sky
The milky way skirts the horizon,
Blanketing the mountains
That peak above the treeline.
The water is still,
And it mirrors the sky perfectly
But my dangling hand
Distorts the image with ripples.
I am alone.
The sky is the only friend that lies with me,
Absorbing the loudness of the still night.
During the day,
This lake carries dozens of
And relaxing parents.
But at night,
They all flee to the confines of their camps;
The dark water
And cold air
Scaring away their fun.
But here I am,
Swimming in tranquility
That I could never find in the heat of day.
Straight above me,
A star darts across the sky,
Leaving a trail of sparkling dust in its path
That vanishes seconds later.
I look around me
Into the darkness settling over the lake
To find no one.
The shooting star was just for me.
And as I close my eyes
And listen to the sound of sweet serenity,
These are the moments we live for.