Dreams.

Forest. River. Moonlight beam
Fills the lake with shining glow.
Silent waters full of gleam
Intertwine with restless dream
Of the times of long ago.

Dreams of things that wait so patient
In the noisiness of day.
Dreams of dusty pits of ancient,
Quiet, somber ageless faces;
And for their peace you pray.

Time will pass; the sun will shine
And awaken those who rest
But for now, the shadowed line
Will protect the peaceful quiet
Of the moon\'s midnight quest.

> Look up.