Soul Mates

It was in the soft part of the morning, the time between 2 and 3

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It was in the soft part of the morning,
the time between 2 and 3…


Maybe it was the breeze’s fault,
the way the waves sounded
west to east,
lapping against the break walls,
kissing the shore
then receding.
I saw the moon skinny-dipping,
reflecting off the lake,
dancing across the waters
while I sat there watching
east to west.
There was a thin layer of ice
on the tree limbs
that sounded like
monotonic wind chimes
as they slapped each other,
trying to let the wind pass.
Light snow was collecting
like dust-devils
in nature’s nooks and crannies.
I thought to myself:
If the lake were
to suddenly freeze,
it would trap
the naked moon
in mid-dance.
The shame was on me --
You can’t trap the moon,
you can’t stop the dance.
Loneliness
was just something I felt
whenever we were apart…..