Elizabeth Kamosa-

The reflection of the night

is midnight silk on the lake.

My little boat is drifting

leaving all at stake.

You are always at the shore,

a steady silent shadow.

And I can feel your soft stare

whether the tides are high or low.

We feel a gentle pull

but barely ever speak.

Although we may reach

our arms always grow too weak.

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