Beneath the silver moon, the river flows so wide, A gentle breeze whispers secrets to the tide. On distant shores, the willow branches sway, As stars above light up the night’s dark way. A lonely boat drifts slow with dreams untold, Its weary traveler seeking warmth from cold. He hums a tune of memories long past, Where joy and sorrow in the currents cast. The water mirrors skies of endless deep, Where promises and hopes both wake and sleep. Though time may change the path the waves design, T...
