We sit above the blueblack sea

as the sun settles.

Wrapped in winter

coats in our September.

 

Two women crying, laughing,

going crazy

with our pink

champagne.

 

All the others are inside

for warmth

and music.

Our teeth chatter but we feel

alive.

 

Below the doomy sea

can crash

but we are here,

above it.

 

We've known each other for so long

yet

tonight we begin again.

We talk

of metal and fire, of earth and water.

We meet our elements.

 

Yes, we are on the very edge

of something

but we are not afraid.

 

And to our left a planet sparkles.