Sheila of the Ninth Wave

I've got my hands in the air;
My toes in the water...

I want it...
I want it so bad
Humbly: The wave everyone wants
Desperately: Taller than God

It starts as a rise, on the horizon.
I'm sitting on shore; my lips are parched,

...but my soul is wet.

And the soul cries out, "More, give me more!"

So the rise peaks, but I'm already there.
The lip curls...

I touch it
I own it.
I shimmer across the fringe.

Then it opens...
Yet hides...
This wondrous place called the Green Room

No one else is in here

I touch it
I own it
I shimmer some more.

Drum role, conductor:
Boom, boom.
The green room spits me out,
I'm tumbling over the wave.

"I'm Sheila of the Ninth Wave. Did you hear?"
"Sheila of the Ninth Wave!" out here.

Tumbling...
Tumbling...

I'm seconds from being pummeled on coral and spew.
The man in the gray suit laughs
"Ha. serves you right!
You were dinner tonight,
not the path."

I'm Sheila of the Ninth Wave, hear me roar.
"Did I tell you? Your lips were divine!"

The pyre simmers: green, blue, orange and yellow.
I am the sacrificial grom.

I have my head in my hands
and my toes in the sand.
No surf for Sheila, tonight. *

* I was looking for a way to express that feeling of when you are not in love, but you are restless to possess it, to the point you fantasize about the moment. It sort of reminds me of the addiction surfer's have
of wanting the "perfect wave".

I used surfing terms, so I'm providing a glossary.

Glossary:
Sheila~ female surfer
Ninth wave~ It has multiple origins, but I'm using the myth of the perfect, unobtainable wave.
grom~ young, or inexperience surfer. A sacrificial grom is an inside joke, that is shared when the waves are flat Supposedly, you can take one of the groms and sacrifice them to the wave gods, in exchange for bigger waves.
The man in the grey-suit~ shark
conductor~ mythical surfer who beats a drum, that controls the weather. He sits on his board at sea. The origin of this myth was explored in the book "West of Jesus: Surfing, Science and the Origins of Belief", by Steve Kotler
Green Room ~ The place every surfer wants to be! :) The hollow interior of the wave. The tube.
The lip~ The upper edge of a wave.