Same Bay

Same Bay,
Same water,
Same dock,
Same treeline
Yet something is different ...

Darker,
Colder,
Less inviting,
But the same.

A cool fall breeze
Ripples the water ,
It glistens enough to
Invite a child to doom.

Cold,
Suffocating,
Shocking,
Yet beautiful doom.

Tragedy strikes at a loss,
But why do we not celebrate?
Pain fades.
Fear subsides
And peace encompasses all.