Floating on the water glass, silken fog obscures each pass
Dipped into ripples clean and clear, before my eyes in veils sheer
In unison each stroke to glide, into the dawn we both will ride
On graceful lines and sturdy wood, to share of this now understood

We need not speak a single sound, as one will lead the other bound
Direct the bow to water deep, what matters now that we will keep
In harmony to share this day, and keep the dreams we give away
We listen in on quiet terms, and smile to play with rods and worms

And disappear from sound and sight, and not return until the night
Depending on cooperate, the fickle fish may take the bait
In words I've heard and dreams I've seen, no other cause quite so serene
For this I know within your eyes, the fish match wits to take the prize

Copyright Kkh 4/11/02