Introspection
Introspection
by Erica Gearhart
Looking out upon the sea's calm waters
At the newly waken moon I’m gazing.
Shadowy reflection swirling, moonlight
Playing lambently along with darkness.
Gypsies silently arrived, eyes twinkling.
Slowly rose she to meet me where I sat.
Stillness veiled the nearing stellar figure.
But I saw she clasped her crystal ball.
First I only viewed the surface nicks, the
Foggy window cleared, then, I saw my soul.
The content's clear, the mood pensive and soft.
And "lambently" is not a common word!
Iambic verse is tricky meter, though.