The Point

I can see the lighthouse, but it's better illuminated at night
It looks as if it's propped up by the trees, which sway in the mild sun-beatened breeze
If I reach out far enough, I can almost grasp it
Though it's really half a mile way

My back faces the bay; it shuns the turning water
But if I listen hard enough, I can still hear the water crash against the rocks
Even from inside my car
Where I am locked in

It doesn't do any good, to shut out the calming lulls of the bay
So, the window slides down, and the gentle noise greets me
Yet I stay inside
I don't want them to see me

The steady hum of the waves is intoxicating
It's enough to make anyone forget
Anything and everything
That's its magic

With each powerful thrust
The waves roll in and out
It's breathing life
And it's consuming

I want them to disappear, for good, never to return
I long for the raging quiet
Because the point of all this
Is to let the waves rejuvenate

It's for the nothingness to surround me
Its for the water to suck away my air
It's for the rhythmic hums to coerce breaths ino my lungs
But, most of all, the point, it for me to forget

So, I allow it to possess me
Willingly, I surrender my spirit
And as it dances around in the wind
I stand and watch the heartbeat of the bay