Beneath clear skies where waves tenderly meet,
The wind whispers softly, caresses the grain,
The sea, calm and serene, its secrets discreet,
In silver swirls, where dreams softly wane.
The playful tides crash, in fragments they spread,
In the white foam, their desires they hide,
Sailing ships drift, in suspense they tread,
In the shadow of islands, their hopes coincide.
The sun ascends, the furrows gleam bright,
Seagulls weave patterns, in circles of gold,
The world awakens, in air that ignites,
Each breath intoxicates, each wave now unfolds.
Sails unfurl, in echoes they burst,
Wandering souls seek horizons anew,
The sea, heart’s mirror, never speaks first,
It carries our dreams, on waves as they grew.
The lighthouse stands, solitary guard,
Casts beams on waves, shimmering bright,
It guides the ephemeral, the spirits unbarred,
To shores of gold, where thoughts ignite.
Nights are tranquil, stars by the thousands,
Whisper to souls their gentle refrain,
Their fragile light sings, in melodies unfastened,
Glides over the sea, like balm to the plain.
Beneath moon’s glow, sailors fall silent,
Their dreams extend, in echoes perpetual,
Lost in the abyss, their thoughts become compliant,
Carried by currents, to chapel’s threshold.
Each wave brushes against jade stones,
Erodes their shapes, in soft harmony,
The ocean whispers its ballad, intones,
It carves its tales, in hearts’ symphony.
And I, poet of seas, let ink freely spread,
Unfold in swirls on the wave’s rolling crest,
Each line I pen, like a breath, softly bled,
Drifts in rhythm, on the tides, to the west.
Whispers of the Waves | April 11, 2023