Moon Water (Poetry)

Soothed to an unruffled state of sleep
its surface lacquered over — stretched — opaque
like mercury spilled slowly — droplets creep
between bullrushes bordering the lake.

The silver waters charged by fulgent moon
to keep their secrets close beneath the skin
sealed by reflection — coined — a rolling rune
encased with power’s sly enrapturing.

Such magic holds ’til daylight breaks the spell
when pallid moon gives up her witchy claim
drugged waters stir — reluctant to dispel
bright lunar dreams turned dreary by dawn rain.