Stranger in the land I was borne

I stood in the dark, warm waters
And watched the fireworks ignite
The darkness.
The crescent moon
casted its silvery glow
On faces I didn't know.
The scene before me,
Never felt more foreign.
I am alone, a stranger,
In the land where I was born.


Went into the waters after the ukulele fest. Water was surprisingly warm, rather comfortable and tranquil.