by Kennison Amill
The sun sets golden pink.
I sit so far from the city lights twinkling faintly on the horizon.
The glossy water ripples as I touch it.
The moon’s reflection glides over the stillness.
A cool breeze makes me shiver.
the water looks frozen,
but I know another world is alive underneath.
Poem Copyright © 2011 by Kennison Amill