On Shore

There is an up and down

a rise and fall

a sun where there is no sun at all

A flower bloomed

with life and love

freedom like a soaring dove

With dark nights

that leave you molded

and dusty and rusted

A sky filled with stars

but die with light

and returning fight

An ebb and flow

of churning water

of love and laughter that doesn't falter

A coat of mist

that highlights your cheeks

and shows you meek

What we see 

is not what we believe

and still not what we leave

There is a sea

growing, moving, flooding

where impossibility is not breathing 

But we sit on shore

and watch the boats drown

move up and down

We sit still

while they rise and fall

a sun where there is no sun at all