The Water's Edge

In a dream I walked along a waters edge drifting as mist on the moor. Looking at the placid gift for what reflections had in store. None there I saw, save a lone heart felt throbbing like the stars. As night bled out its lucid black to cover me and bar...
My way back now lost, a midst the broken branches by the shore, where memories linger ever on, never traveling very far. Wandering in hope for home and love to come along and greet me with the dawn.