The Woods and Nauset Vastness

Rain patters on my jacket.
My face glows in the fire
Growing slowly.
I retire my back
And drops illuminate
Seconds before impact,
And then there's a feeling intact
From fulfilling attacks on me.
I turn back to the fire
And repeat.

But then I leave.
The ocean breeze calls me
With its squalls howling in,
As darkness grows and falls
Over me.
I can't see anything,
But the crests of waves,
Yet I brave the front.

And I am small,
I am so small.
We mean absolutely nothing
When we stand on the divide
Of the vastness of nothing...
I can open my eyes.