The horizon is in sight, mist hanging thick in a cloud, muting the harshness of the morning light.
The sun peeks over he edge of the earth at the bright beginning of existence.
I watch from the edge
Riding the surface of a morning rise
Soft ripples dance over the tops of the lukewarm water, soaking in sunlight.
At the end of the world, the sun never fully rises.
Only to saturate the water, and to bid sailors a goodnight.
Warm air, and bare feet on pavement just as the sun would set.
Being so astounded when Night turned to day, and we were still awake on the back patio we stained
Memories feel miles away.
I see summer nights, and fires popping with flames in sight.
We were younger then, and carefree.
With each turning of the season it's getting harder to grip onto something that won't pull me under.
Jumping off the dock again, into the lake I screamed that this wouldn't end with a smile, my love.
I'm freezing in a falls forbidden friendship turned "romantic" only for kicks.
If you could exist in a moment forever, it wouldn't be the one we met in, my love.
The bugs are silent near the end.
This won't end with a smile, my love
Dip my words by the ends in molten honey of the suns muted glow.
Grab my hand, dear.
The water is fine.

This won't end with a smile, my love.