The movement
of this water
The rise and fall
A disappearing act
By the light
That peaks
in-between
Ups and downs
Waning from my sight
Just under the horizon
Displaying a brightness
Of colors
That play
An orgasmic show
Until the dusk takes over
And scares it away
Pulling the stars out from hiding
Shooting and making wishes
Wondering,
Why wouldn’t I
Sit here
Rocking
Forever.
DoRee MelNic 