Approaching the line which isn’t a line afterall,
Water meets dawn,
Still grasping to the deep and turbid why.
If I can understand,
I could get by.
If, …I’d get by.
Surfacing on floating ice,
The difference melts; light reflects
The significance of her cry;
But once its hoped; it saves in notes
Bottles and waves to shore.
Approaching the line; this infinite sky;
Approaching the light; the dawn of a beautiful life.~