At the beginning of the pier as I gaze outward,

My path appears narrow, straight also so definite.

Cascading light, showed far away shadows, un-brightly.

Precious clouds portray, a show, remembering the night.

Shallows, which shimmer on each side of my walking pier,

Have such images, bringing darkness, pressing upward.

Mocking my memories, discoloring forward thrust,

I slowly walk closer the images grow bolder.

The faded beauty, which I first saw before me, quakes,

Its’ reflections, at first reaching the pier of my life,

The light begins to concave as I go closer, end.

Broadening outward, beckoning me to follow, now,

Both beauty and darkness haunting me, this moonlit night,

As good and evil, being opposites, thus challenge.

Equally, our night dreams must survive upon the bay.