My hopes,My Moon. I walk by the lake, and stop in amazement, to see the walking moon stop too. I stare at my image, the ripples in the water defacing it, making me a complete stranger. is this how we look at life ? or is this what life makes us ? an ugly,blemished creature. I wait till the water simmers down, and my image is a reflection of the real me. is it? is this how we wait ? for the ripples of our lives to calm down. I moved on, but left behind my moon, my hopes. _________________________________________________________________ another quickie, just wrote as came in my mind. do provide ur valuable comments and suggestions.