I sit alone on the dock
the lake fading in the dusk
a sun setting like a golden ember
on a dark landscape
offering one thin line of reflected light
a path of watery flames to walk.
But I stay on the wooden slates
lined beneath my crossed legs
and look down into the dark water
where my imagination mixes
seaweed with the faint reflection
of ripples circling your face.
Reach my hand to feel if you have gravity
but I know that you're not real
just a reflection of desire
if it's hard to fall out of love
it's much harder still
to hit the cold floor of reality.