I sit on the old wooden panels
Making up the bayside dock
Not a sound to be heard
A single lantern providing
A small amount of light
In a sea of darkness
I stare into the water
Seeing nothing but black
It's as if
If I were to jump
I'd fall endlessly into an abyss
In the distance are the siloets of trees
Bordering the river
The horizon just barely looking over
Trying to get a peak
I touch the water
A ripple races through
Like broken glass
It's on the old wood panels
Of the bayside dock
I find happiness