Standing at the dock,

The wind is in her hair,

With the breeze of the sea,

Life seems fair.


She thinks to herself about the moon and the tides,

And how life can be filled with the truth and the lies.


The crash from an wave snaps her out of her trance,

Taking a deep breath she relaxes her stance;

Breathing in life and breathing out the past,

She realizes it's a perfect time to pray for this to last.


Forgetting to question her happiness she takes it all,

forgetting to slouch she wants to stand tall.


A splash from the water catches her eye,

With a honk from the horn she thanks the moon and says goodbye.

Such an unforgettable experiene in such a forgettable place,

Laughing at the irony she walks with the stars back into space.