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,
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.