Ocean Waters

Ocean Waves
Surfing ocean waves,  

where the sun spills gold  

upon the restless canvas of blue,  

each crest a promise,  

each trough a whisper of the deep.  

Feet dance on the board,  

a rhythm found in the pulse of the tide,  

the heartbeat of the sea  

beats like a drum—  

the call to ride, to glide,  

to chase the horizon,  

to weave through salty air.  

The world melts away,  

time suspended in a splash,  

a brief encounter with eternity,  

facing the swell,  

embracing the chaos,  

the sea becoming a mirror,  

reflecting dreams and fears.  

With every swell, a new beginning,  

the conquering of fear,  

the joy of release,  

the laughter of friends,  

echoing like seagulls above,  

tangled in the breeze of adventure.  

And when the sun dips low,  

casting long shadows on the shore,  

I carry the ocean's song  

in my heart,  

the echo of waves always calling,  

a timeless dance,  

a love letter written in foam  

and salt,  

forever scribbled on the pages of my soul