Once

How still the air one summer night
when youth was yours and mine
The lake was sitting quietly
surrounded by the pine

Not a ripple in its face
a mirror to the sky
Not to tamper with perfection
neither questioned why

Was it as if we somehow knew
believing was the key
Reflecting now as did the water
calling out to me

And who’d believe if ever told
that dance was ours to take
I took your hand and then for hours
twirled upon the lake

May 2005