Deep Starry Sea

I stand by the water, on the scaffolding of a building
not known;
it is air
which touches my skin,
and I taste the salt and sting.
Are those waves or tears 
crashing against stoop
and the bare feet of lonely men
on steps?
My, how this world feels
like sand,
and its days like glass;
watch us
drink our whiskey;
watch us
flip the hour on its head.
The sea becomes our night;
streetlamps flicker, dragonflies,
and us men, quiet from the buzz,
raise our heads over the edge
to drown our dreams in stars.