A quiet glimmer on the water,
Ghostly lanterns, they float away.
With a tender flicker,
They spell out the night’s message.
Whispering to the restless stream,
To cease its endless tumble.
From chaos, a silent pact forged,
A symmetry born from cacophony.
In that fractured light,
On the soft bones of the riverbank,
Their winter garments lie in wait,
For the embrace of warm waters nearby.