The dusk with its setting sun
Hanging low upon the seaside.
Rising tides, promises of forgotten nights.
The sky, with an orange hue, graying.
The distant rumble of an oncoming storm
The wind picking up speed,
Steadily climbing to its zenith.
And here I stand facing the world,
A life starting to take its toll.
In a while, the waves will rise,
Rise and engulf the shore.
And here I'll be, right where you left me.
Hope, setting low as the sun.
And in these waters I will drown,
Willingly, blissfully saying my last vows.
In this rain, you won't see me cry
In this storm, I'll say my last goodbye.

And another life bids farewell,
Not having waited long enough,
*For the rising sun.