As the waves touched my feet;
I opened my eyes to the glistening sun.
Ahead of me lay the still ocean,
And a blanket of wings above.
With the morning dew on his cheek;
Resembling a golden pearl,
Just one in a million.
He was still, motionless like a sleeping child.
Just the way he was before,
When I stabbed him last night.
Now, I could talk all that I want to for hours to go.
It indeed, was a beautiful morning.