The river is silver tonight So the moon came down for a dip Where the frogs croak deep in the rushes And the stars swim shining like fish. I came for a drink with my dipper But the Dipper was already there So I filled my eyes with the glory And my lungs with the sweet night air. Some people might call me crazy Just because they will never know why I leave my warm bed behind me And go out for a look at the sky. As for me, I am perfectly happy To attend to the nightingale’s wit; I call it regrettable sanity That would miss a moonrise like this. For the trout play their scales like Mozart While the crickets keep musical time And the river is murmuring stories In sounds that are older than rhyme.
Original illustration by Havalah Peirce. You can see more of her work at https://havalahrpeirce.com, and on Instagram @hrpeirce.