A light beckons

I see you standing there and I am shaken.
Your Beauty steals my breath, and I am reminded of a lighthouse.
Tall and proud, you entice me to come forth. For your shining light signals to me:
Safety. Warmth. Happiness.
But as I stare across the sea at your brazen, gleaming self, I feel naught but emptiness.
For I know you shall never be mine.
And as I stand upon the deck of my once proud ship,
your promise of security just on the horizon,
a whirlpool forms between us.
It spins faster and faster. It opens up wide.
Opens wide like your legs in my dreams.
But this hole, although slightly more wet,
and much more salty,
is equally as enticing.

And so I jump in.

If I can not have you, then I will have this void.

Where once flowed vast amounts of water,
now nothing but a vacuum of pure destruction.
As the gyre rages around me, I am sucked to the bottom.
Artifacts from the sea floor are thrown up.
Racing around me, they become unrecognizable.
Clumps of seaweed become green canon balls.
Sea horses become sea race-horses, spinning madly with no jockey to guide them.
The known becomes the unknown.
And finally, the sandy bottom of the mighty sea races up gleefully to greet me.
As I am pummeled and ravaged against my sailor's grave,
finally nearly one with the void,
one last fleeting image fills my mind.
A stunningly divine light house, throwing its heavenly light far out across the sea.

Calling me.