The moon was glowing this morning
And the crows causing a ruckus
But we managed to push the shuck and jive of daily life
Below the lake’s shining surface.
I was wondering what else lay beneath
That rippling plate
And buddy was checking each and every blade
To see who had been by over the past 24.
When I caught a glimpse of you, just a glimpse
Peaking over the distant hills
Oh constant friend, illusive one,
An echo from that ancient time.
Are you just a projection, an illusion?
Some part of us we all see in childhood?
Who are you, and why don't you shine
Each and every morning?