With the sun setting behind me
I behold, with my back turned away.
I feel its warmth fading as swiftly as it came.
I shutter, and shiver from the wet breeze-
And the fear that the sun may never come back to me.
I stand here, with your gaze upon mine.
You reassure me-
The sun will rise again.
And when it does, there you will be.
Grasping firmly to my hand.
With the waves fixed before me,
I twiddle but a twinkle of relief.