On the Crest of a Wave

My life I see in the million moments ebullient waves of a tempestous sea meandering on the crest , ambition surfing on a raft, looking for pearls in the prism of white, grey and blue. But every full moon, tides ebb and flow, where darkness and light beacons no end. at times, I chase the waves, at times, the waves greet me. and one wave at a time...one wave at a time... I become a part of the infinite sea. From the crest of the waves I crash on the sand and rocks descending down to the trough. The wave says, you have had enough. As I strive to find the reason why, the wave returns, waving a goodbye.