Night Vision

Sun long set, in these

Small hours I sit

Watching the darkness.

And what does 

My lonely vigil win?

Over and in the 

Still black lake 

Doubled stars spin

Along with the moon

And its identical twin.

I don’t hear the waves,

I hear but my heart,

So with beauty overfilled,

That this nocturnal vision,

Merely by its sacred sight

Might well cause 

My awed heart’s

Division

Into parts.