I tread the
space
crowded by the waves
and waves
of icy gray

tiny crashes
of percussion explode
against my knees
the mute sky
on my skin
gray

Beauty
of the vision
my binoculars
provide
allow my head to
bobble
above the line

for the fire
on the shore
by the lighthouse
is roaring
mighty
speaking
strong

Rain
will lead me
away
from the spot my feet
cant reach
instead
to a curling staircase
which leads
dare I say aloud
to the heavens

a place
my sleepy being
will stop moving and rest
forever