Rain taps the surface. The night air blows strongest now. Hair starts to tangle.

Calm the water is, lost, one is in the stillness. The rock born ripples.

The clouds were eerie, as if ghosts blanketed the  sky in unison.

Her cackle echoes as she sneaks off in the night. Flying on her broom.

I sleep in his arms and awake to smiling lips. Our eyes say the rest.