I yearn to walk by the sea again
feel the surf pull at my toes
and the sand erode under my feet
as if to say jump in, take a swim
standing with the morning sun rising
turn my back to it, and see the night retreat
schools of fish close to the shore
hear the feeding, that morning frenzy sound
smelling the air as high tide washes the beach clean
picking up new gifts  left behind on the shore
bits of broken shells, star fish and sea weed
sit upon drift wood and create a wind chime
string the weed and shells and tying on the star fish
holding it high in the wind and listen to the voice
hearken, as it plays a melody in the background
the sea sends it songs to us from the deep