Drifting in time
we dreamed, woke
swam, then streaming
stretched on the sand
to dream again.

As light grew long
the lake fused
to mirroring wholeness
unshattered by bathers.

The air cooled
and the strangled trees
took up their murmuring
slow turbulence.

Through twilight we leaned
on our elbows. The swell
turned burnished rose

as darkness closed;
we groped for our sandals
speechless with stars.