I cruise down the road
In my Mercedes-Benz 280SL
Down the coastal highway
To the isolated cottage
That was my home
You see, I had driven in a long circle
To re-live the thrill
Of going back home
Back to my home on the coast
That came from a past time no more
When I still lived in the city
And I yearned for the ocean
And thus light up in joy
When I saw the coast, oh the glorious coast
Approach on the horizon
Upon which I knew that I was almost home
That I was nearing home at last
It was crisp early December day
And the sky had a magnificent afternoon winter twilight
So thus I cruised
With the pagoda hardtop removed
So I can feel the crisp cold wind
Rush through my hair
And in my face
Oh, how cleansing, how cathartic
The rush felt
Akin to a purifying stream of cold water
That washes away all sadness, and grief in my life
And I savoured every bit of it
I reached my cottage, and drove into the garage
Where I put the hardtop back on the car
And switched to my Mercedes-Benz 500SL
Which I removed the hardtop off as well
But this time I drove
To the water line
And let the wheels tread in the water a bit
Before I drove inland
Got out and sat down
Facing the ocean
Oh how the mysteries of it
Compels me towards it
So that I may be swathed in the beauty
That is the mysteries of the ocean
And I drove back
And put the hardtop back on
As they said it would rain tomorrow,
But that then the rain will become snow
I drove back with the hardtop on
And fished,
Preferably for Winter Flounder
That moved inland when these coastal waters cooled
And offshore when the coastal waters warmed up
I caught some Winter Flounder (what a surprise)
And brought it home for dinner
Later that night, I tucked away cosily
For the impending snowstorm
And the snow did come
Blanketing the beach in a beaming blanket of white
That hid all potential traces of activity there
Telling all who observed the landscape,
``Forget all, forget all of it
The footsteps matter no more now
Nor any sign
Of the things that shaped the sand
Whether by footprint
Or by strong gusts of wind
It's not important anymore
Let you now focus
On the beauty of winter
And the grey clouds that roll in
And the bright orange sunshine that reflects off the snow
That is all that truly matters now''
And I look out the window
After finishing the last of yesterday's flounder
And I curled up on top of my bed
Gazing at the noiseless blanket of white
And the waters that rolled beyond it
Pondering the fact that it being a desolate coast
Meant that all the beauty of this shoreline is mine
It was all mine to enjoy
In this solitude, this thrilling solitude
And I focused on the fact that around me
Was this said beautiful coast I dwell in
And the fact that the beauty of it surrounds me
And touches my heart
In the infinite void inside of me
You see, inside of me
Is this beautiful infinite void of the universe
And in the dead center of it is my heart
And I cuddle it firmly with my soul
Gently but firmly
The soul lightly floating in the space
And the truth that is the sheerness
Of the beauty of the coast around me touches my heart
And so thus then does my heart soar
