i own the lake
with the three boats
strolling home
i own the end
of the summer day
with the sun balancing
on a mountain
for this moment
the light of the sky
with the hues of dusk
the back of my t-shirt
damp from the ride
a wake
from the stroll
plays patty-cakes
on the shore
this is my view
and the evening
breathes out of me
i turn
and ride away
away from the shore and
the dark that is coming
because the night is on loan
to other lovers
but is waiting for you
to dip your toes
into my ambience