Liquid-pool-eyed deer standing knee deep in lake,

Ripples spreading along to the cat tails,

To the Spruce island,

And, even to the moon,

Who meets our gaze in reflected silver spool.

Deer gives me warm soft gaze.

Here ­— view the world through me.

She whispers in muted moonbeams,

And deep shadow speak.

Under muse’s warm, soft gaze,

The old world,

Appears new.