When the water was empty
It filled with the sky.
Dark night and darker reflection,
Imperfect and oh so nearly real.
A swollen orange sky hung heavy,
But only night shone back from the water.

There may not have been stars,
But on another night they will dance
From sky to water and shiver in your eyes.

Change, in the sinking light of the childlike winter.
And while the nearly real world holds your eyes,
It really is only beauty.
You really are simply beautiful.