The trees are barren,
Whispering in the breeze
Of a winter’s night.
Upon the lake a dock
And two wraiths
Clad in shadows.
Reflections of a thousand lives
Ripple on the water
Around them.
No thought for the lost
Who wander in the dark
Searching for hope
Among the stars,
The lovers dance
Awash in time
Drifting in the space
Between worlds

Original Photograph