As the waves touch my feet with every arrival
Caressing my skin
Pulling me closer to the horizon,
The dancing waves and sand beneath gently swings me
And I fall down to the softness
Tasting the saltiness passed on through generations.
The heat blinds itself
Confronting the glimmering waves of ice
Cool breeze fetching the sound of the ocean Travelling long distances
Through caves falls and shrines.
As the drowsy orange ball falls down the line,
Little birdies fly back home
Boats and boards return to the shore.
White clouds metamorphosed into vermilion synthetics
Awestruck, my eyes capture the sudden aesthetic.
I listen to the giggles fading into whispers,
Crowds disappearing into distant figures.
With every hour bygone
The sound of the ocean is deepened
Waves crashing without any human warmth to touch,