Erythraeum, pt II

I wait by the water and stare at the sea
The light on the water is glaring at me
Surprised when the breath of the desolate east
Treads dry on the edge of an unmoving sea
It shakes like it sees something coming
Or I'm making believe and it's nothing
This has got to be where I start losing my mind
I cannot really stare into something this bright
But in all of my dreams you are waking me up
So fall on the water that waits between us