The Ocean Beckons
How I love the sound of the crashing waves
upon the sand as the foam curls in around my
The mist as it swirls in the air through my
squinted eyes and down to tickle my nose.
The darkened line of the horizon where the
water meets the sky and dreams are invented.
I love the ocean and the waves with their
mountains of foam.
It seems to speak as its emotions are
When the ocean swells and then falls it
beckons all with its call.