When I close my eyes I see
sparkles dancing on the wave tops
bringing starlight down to earth
in winking harmony with wind,
on the waters in the night.

When I close my eyes I hear
whispered chuckles on the shoreline
giving voices to the lake,
a languid melody that flows
from the waters in the night.

When I close my eyes I feel
feather breezes through the woodland
soothing wrinkles off my brow
in restful holiday from doubt
near the waters in the night

When I close my eyes I smell
smoke of Autumn leaves enkindled
burning deep in my recall,
a pleasant reverie of scent
crossing waters in the night

When I close my eyes I’m home
senses reaching back to capture
missing pieces of a place
in loving memory of woods,
and the waters in the night

Casey Mack (2001)