I loved your still world tonight.
I walked it gently.
I saw cold, silent moonlight
    shining off the faces of polished tombstones.
I passed drifts of fallen leaves resting in their hollows.
I looked up through unmoving branches,
    bare and black against the sky.
I saw a million tiny specks of white light,
    stuck like ice crystals on a deep blue scarf.
I felt no breeze at all, nothing to rob my face or ears of warmth.
I heard the lake, half a mile away, over dunes,
    complaining dimly of earlier winds.
I watched my sharp shadow glide over chillled pavement.
I sent collected prayers of cool reflection through clear air.
I walked your still world tonight.
I loved your still world tonight. 

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.