[Ibby]

some say there's something in the lake
that comes up close to the boat
(but only in the darkest part of night)
and quietly does swiftly swim
under twinkling, flashing summer stars
and the light of a summer moon -

the kind of shimmering moon
that you only find above a lake
on those night you can see all the stars
glittering like so many gems over the boat -
on these nights the creatures swim,
our lake's own dragons of the night,

or even, more like, dolphins of the night,
the way they jump into the light of the moon,
and the sheer joy with which they swim
like faries or even butterflies of the lake,
swimming along with almost every boat,
like every boat is their own friend under the stars.

and one of those nights, under the stars -
oh, i will always remember that night,
the waves slowly rocking her father's boat,
the two of us alone with the moon
floating, in love, on the still lake -
around us lovers they started to swim,

slowly at first, but then began to swim
faster and faster, indistinct shapes like stars
glittering under the water of the dark black lake;
and a hum arose, a song, a low sweet drone in the night,
the creatures singing their song to the moon
and to the two lovers floating in the stolen boat.

and oh how we loved eachother in that boat,
watching eachother, and watching the creatures swim.
and as we laid there, waiting as the moon
set on the horizon, as the stars
faded into dawn, and as that heavenly night
ended, the creatures sank silently back into the lake.

the next day on the lake, her daddy found us in his boat
and made sure that night was our last chance to swim
together with only the stars, in love under the summer moon.

some say there's something in the lake that comes up close to the boat (but only in the darkest part of night) and quietly does swiftly swim under twinkling, flashing summer stars and the light of a summer moon - the kind of shimmering moon that you only find above a lake on those night you can see all the stars glittering like so many gems over the boat - on these nights the creatures swim, our lake's own dragons of the night, or even, more like, dolphins of the night, the way they jump into the light of the moon, and the sheer joy with which they swim, like faries or even butterflies of the lake, swimming along with almost every boat, like every boat is their own friend under the stars. and one of those nights, under the stars - oh, i will always remember that night, the waves slowly rocking her father's boat, the two of us alone with the moon, floating, in love, on the still lake - around us lovers they started to swim, slowly at first, but then began to swim faster and faster, indistinct shapes like stars glittering under the water of the dark black lake; and a hum arose, a song, a low sweet drone in the night, the creatures singing their song to the moon and to the two lovers floating in the stolen boat. and oh how we loved eachother in that boat, watching eachother, and watching the creatures swim. and as we laid there, waiting as the moon set on the horizon, as the stars faded into dawn, and as that heavenly night ended, the creatures sank silently back into the lake.

the next day on the lake, her daddy found us in his boat
and made sure that night was our last chance to swim
together with only the stars, in love under the summer moon.