The Sea

The sky is orange as Halloween,
The waves are crashing in,
Clouds, suspiciously absent, again,
As the wind begins to sing,
There's a calm to nature's fury, somehow,
As tension seems to cease,
And memories rush by rapidly,
As if I am at peace,
There's a light that flickers in the dusk,
A greeting for the night,
And though my mind is full of doubt,
Somehow, it seems all right,
There's a stormy, welcome, silence there,
Where land is met by sea,
And when the restlessness sets in,
It's where I choose to be.