Dancing the water’s edge. The cast, the ledge.
Backlit glow. Darkness below.
Mountains draw their line. Earth and space defined.
Morning’s pink. Day passes with a wink.
Sunset reflections so bright.
Some draw shades to block sight.
But is to look away to deny? Forgetting to ask, who am I?
Yearning to the beyond. To be around what we fond.
The cast, the ledge. Dancing the water’s edge.