Reveries

I was looking at the calm waters of the lake,

devoid of ripples or any other movement.

Suddenly a rose petal fell into it.

A beam of moonlight got into it,

and rowed the petal across.

So jubilantly proud about

the esteemed passenger,

the rose petal beamed in all her glory.

I watched the duo gleaming the lake,

in fond amusement.

How I wished to become a rose petal,

and fall into the waters in that distant land,

and row you back home,

my dearest moonlight!