Autumn on Starlight Lake

Afloat in a boat on the middle of Starlight Lake
I allowed the magic of spruce lit from the inside
to trick my thoughts away from what was at stake.
October winds whipped the cobalt glass to high tide.
You rowed with arms of iron while I looked on
holding our rods like banners before the war.
A white flag waves; my feelings more than fond,
overwhelm old scars that bid me head for shore.
The lens of Autumn sun upon your face
focuses shadow and light in symmetry.
There is no dream so worthy of the chase
it could provoke my heart to seek its liberty.
Into the deep we dip these waiting lines
baptizing our love against the ravages of time.