Still

Circular ripples dance across the surface
Of the placid, orange lake
As your toe gently stirs the top
Of the smooth, cool water
The old, warped boards of the dock creak slowly
As the summer crickets chirp out a symphony
Composed by the Muses for us
And the wind blowing through the reeds
Sings a soft harmony
The warm breeze also catches your hair
And plays with it like a transparent sprite

Two black silhouettes in a world of orange
And in the stillness you stretch out your hand
And I take it