Waking at Sea

I woke and saw the sunlight pouring through the break in the clouds,

Pooling onto the slate grey surface of the sea. 

A far off mystery.

The dancing light shimmering silver on the dull iron surface. 

But, as if I had been observed, the pool became a path, 

It walked across the water,

Slowly,

Steadily,

It crept, it called, 

It came in my direction. 

And as I stood, I was found, surprised to be an invited guest, 

No longer stood standing at the edge of the party

But beckoned, embraced, and drawn in.

I woke. Again.