Standing at the edge of the water, watching the sun fade out of sight,
Golden leaves streamed down like rays of light,
The world seemed to stop as moments turned to hours and day to night,
I wondered about the thousands before,
Standing on this very shore,
Looking out at the deep azure.
Hope dancing in their hearts like waves,
Or sadness hurling them toward their graves,
Did they wonder how to spend their days?
Or, in hubristic charm,
Did they never have alarm,
And reach for infinity with an outstretched arm.