The wind blows my hair across my face
and the clouds build.
The sun shines through
and the water laps at edge softly.
The ships roll slowly by
and the waterbirds float calmly.
Our hearts are as one
as we are at the water's edge.
We are children once again
and we run back from the edge.
Again and again our hearts move
into one beat with our song.
At water's edge we wait
until the moon sends beams
out into the oceans
where the edge disappears
into ripples of moonlight.
We see as we are
and our spirits collide
into one
at water's edge.
--Robin Miller