One hallowed night

On a night
when the moons are full
and the trees dance over the water,
tossing their lacy shadows
across the waves,
we see the mystery
goes deeper than we know,
and following that clear blue dream
to its source
we find the light
we thought we'd left behind,
and understand at last
that it only circles round
to reappear again,
sparkling
on the morning dew.