Mystical Night

Little drops of darkness glide
Along a river at night,
Creating pockets in which to hide
The mysteries of life.
The silver moon with its shining eye
Ripples behind them
Looking for lies
To uncover before the day,
Searching all the blackened corners
As they crawl and cower
Hunched like so many mourners
Weeping at the death
Of the magical, mystical night
In all of its smooth, quiet might.