Streams and Dreams - Bryony de Lat

We watched the stars gleam, reflected in the stream
I've come back now, there's no stars, and I'm thinking
how could we, in our own little dream
ever have had the slightest inkling. . ? . . .
that those stars, dancing in the water, there
twinkling, but you thought, just at us . . . winking
and your little paper boat, made with such care
like our days together, would soon be sinking.

Bryony de Lat