With hair dripping,
Splashed with the stars
Not yet visible to our eyes,
We jumped,
Dived,
Splashed into the pathway
Of sunlight
Glittering across the lake,
Trying to run across it
Into our dreams
That danced in our eyes
As we dangled our heads
Over the dock
To watch the sun rise from the clouds
And fall into the sky
Of the mountains;
The watercolored sunset seeped
Its colors into our hearts,
Staining it with both our story
And the story that would become
The dream-steeped version of friendship
That we would draft the ideas of
While sitting on the rug in our towels,
Hair still dripping
With the stars,
Hope still splashing
Across the glittering pathway
Of our sunrise:
Where the great star was born
From the sky
And faded into the lake
Where we floated,
Necks straining to see the world
We have claimed as our own.
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