Where Dreams Have Imprinted Upon Me.

I feel their lingering whisper,
that hint of another world
being born inside my lungs,
about to change the way
I am used to breathing.

At first, I am not sure
how I can continue.
Sitting at the same spot,
tracing the same direction
in anticipation for sunset.

For their silent gleam
has left a hopeful remnant,
a piece of ocean's light
reminding me
I do not have to wallow
in depression's drought.

Someday, I will understand
what it means
to be part of sunset,
and feel the rise and fall
of a new day unwinding.