Fathoms Below

The watery basin shone with the glittering mirth of a thousand stars Depths unseen by day drawn out by night’s gaiety Ripples from the wind, day’s blustering breath, Utterly calmed - silent and still, reposing in starlight While Moon, cresting high - a celestial eye regards the pool, its form deep and wide Mirroring glorious moon rays from the founts of the deep There, seeming fathoms below The watery basin grins merrily The thousand stars reflected now on the slippery surface of exposed stones Their faces turned at last to the moon’s glory - the depths that once danced upon their solid frames Gone, slipping away to dark recesses, Far from the celestial glow, to fathoms, fathoms below.