Night Fishing

by Ailill

June bug, itching skin.
Moon eye lights up the sky.
Casting out our lines,
reeling them in.

Remember when?
Left unsaid.
Listening to the rippling
lake instead.

Minds hypnotized,
Lost to the passage of time.
Trying to catch those past dreams
in the silence between.

Then, it seemed
we had destiny on our side.

An 8 second joy ride,
youth's pride.

Now,
how do we find our way back
up that dark path?