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Still Waters



Not a ripple

        not a flutter.

Only movement~

the perfect reflection

of the moon

        as he shimmers

        atop the surface.



        Gently,

I trace his outline,

with longing fingertips,

as I know this is the closest

I shall ever be

        to his touch.



So lost am I,

in this serene moment,

        so absorbed

by the majesty before me,

that not even the chilled air

        disturbs my peace

nor shatters my moment.



It is mine to savour,

        though fleeting

it may be,

for still waters

never remain calm

        for long.