The Cusp

At the end of autumn’s hues as the north wind blows
When the rain still lingers but the sky shows thru
Just after the sun goes down but before night falls
I awake from my nap but my dreams still call.

The land lives off the water
But is carved by a river
The sea only flows to the shore
But the land becomes the sea’s floor.
And the mountains are in motion,
They crest like the ocean
Everything is always in flux
And you live your life on the cusp.

When you feel the rain run through your veins
As it flows down the stream, goes to the sea
When you hear the wind enter your breath
As you float on the sky, blowing on by
You drift, you float, your soar, you flow
And the only thing better than one day
Is longing for the next.