if I was just another sunrise
where the water reflects
my morning wakes.
a visual masterpiece
where I gloom best
on a morning after.
would your hands still
cup my waters
when the reflection
doesn't sing?
would you still part ways
with my moons
that circle around me?
would you let your arms
soak in the belly strokes
you give in my sea?
does the cold dark scare you
from everything that is
and encompasses me?
if these questions do not show
the times you have found
the world you seem to think
that my sun rise seems to be,
then let the ocean waves carry you
to another side,
another side of this beach.
