The Rock

I stood on a rock,
With the salt spray swirling high,
And the wild wind rushing by,
And the sound of the waves as they beat
on the rocks below.

And I heard the roar of the storm,
And I saw the great waves form,
And I felt that the deep was calling to me,
And I saw the Great Ones walking the sea,
And I knew that everything had to be,
And I said - I am here, below.