A Night Like This

Here, we slow-sail across this lake,
Anchor the moon and spill reflection
On shimmers of her glassy shake,
Float, mesmerise and seek perfection
In the undercurrent of our rower's oar.
A night like this, many do partake,
Yet I will search for more.

Here, time flails in passing shrouds.
Sits askew. The sky sheds pale light
And each star, masked by cloud,
Has shrunk away into its hide
In hope to never reach the shore.
A night like this has little need to fly,
Yet I will search for more.

Here, there are no great noises to seek.
No cricket's quake, no skim of stone
Or sway of breeze to brush the tangled creek.
Out of mind, I have been left alone
With day's now near-forgotten roar.
A night like this would soothe the meek,
Yet I will search for more.