Standing Between Two Worlds

The sleepy sun painted the sky, as it was swallowed by the darkness of the forbidden island, and the mysteries within. ~ Madison Schumaker

Each foot step echos all around,
The edge is drawing near.
Both left and right a mass of blue,
The ocean's all I hear.

In front of me is endless water.
Behind me is the shore.
The moon is shining to my right,
To the left the sun's no more.

I turn and face the gleaming moon,
That rocks the world to sleep,
It's light reflects off of the sea,
The waters, oh, so deep.

I turn again and face the sun,
That's left behind the sky,
So full of pink and yellow light,
It makes me heave a sigh.

I feel like I'm between two worlds,
Divided by this dock
And to both sides of me is light,
One's dark and one is not.

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Poetry, simple words arranged in stunning beauty.

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