Allure

I feel it welling up inside me,
What it is I'm still not sure,
One thing is for certain, though:
Before me stands an open door.
Bright light passes through it,
Illuminates something more,
Pulls me strongly toward it,
Promises it will endure.
Something crashes like the waves,
On a lonely, sandy shore,
Churning up the tide's last dump,
Leaving something shining pure.
A glimmer on a rainy day,
It makes my heart dance; stir,
A ripple across a shady pond,
There's a particular allure.
That something's reaching out to me,
And although it's a bit obscure,
I'll grasp the tendrils of that light,
Walk through that open door.