From the Pocket of a Dream
While the moonlight seduced the lake
with its rays of silver in a midsummer night
and our hands, in a search for solace,
found one another, we knew.
Our steps, already determined,
took a walk across the illusion for the last time.
The silence talked loudly to our hearts,
caressing our tired souls.
The lake whispered behind our merged shadows,
taking away all doubts about the path we were on.
In our midsummer night,
the moon over our town was full and smiled.
He kept on illuminating our way
while he himself slowly fell in love with the lake.
© Eclipse 2011
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