At the Crescent-Mill pool

The sky we looked down on was so old

a snapshot of its birth,

yesterday’s stars bristled over still waters 

the moon skimmed across its surface

breaking those dark stems of reed,

our eyes caught as flickers in that glassy blue-green. 

As silent as the birds, our smiles hid in shadows,

we were held by the youth in our faces,

believing we would never age.

Believing we would never age,

we were held by the youth in our faces.

As silent as the birds, our smiles hid in shadows,

our eyes caught as flickers. 

In tha...