The lake always returns to stillness,
only to invite
and bat an eyelash at the wind,
to come and stir its waters
to bring forth the ripples and waves.
Some nights the wind dances
across the lake
like a whisper on the back of her ear,
begging to come closer,
other nights the wind ravishes
the lake
with waves so high
the trees blush
and wonder if they should look the other way.
Always they return from whence they came,
to reunite under the moon once more,
sharing with the night
the secrets of their eternal
love affair.
