A Day and a Night At the Lake

Devoted rays of sunshine heat, Like ribboned baubles on the lake, Ride slow the roll of waves to meet The pebbled shore where urchins bake. Sporadic faded slate-gray clouds Invade the space of empty sky Away from crushing caustic crowds Where silent sounds are sure to die. The gilded glitter mixed in sand, Will sparkle through late afternoon, When new dawn wakes another land And evening breezes greet our moon. The darkness calls eternal stars, As old and bold Orion sighs, We drink our tea from half-quart jars And plaintive loons cry their goodbyes. The moon is blue and cold-bone white, Illuminated lunacy; It steals your mind away at night Transforming your identity. A fairy tale we know untrue But children love to hear it told Though even they don't misconstrue What is the truth as lies unfold. We huddle round a heated pit With sleeping angel progeny - The product of a perfect fit When eros was reality. The measure of this treasured day, Now dimmed by night's consumptive cloak, Is cherished children as they played With us the shell around the yoke.