The moon is bathing the lake with its light
Chilled and still and reflected bright.
Suspended so high
I should be sailing tonight.
My vessel she rests in her silent slip
At her helm I captain a mighty ship.
Sound is her hull
Too short a trip.
Sails the breeze makes flutter and shake
Something within me likewise my muscles make.
Quiet and weak yet I still
I should be on my vessel making a wake.