Swimming

I swam into the sun, Once upon a time. Once within a tide, Once when having fun, Once when deeds were done, When stories were created, And not just being told, Tattered and worn memories related, Regurgitated By us now we're too old, And the water feels too cold. But I swear I swam into the sunrise, With the taste of salt and beer, With the smell of brine and fear, With the sound of splashing cheer, With five o'clock bravado, I could have touched it's face, But the water's so uninviting now, And time's a lonely place.