crescendo on crescendo
the ***** of the brine
calming soothing stroking
the eye the troubled mind

cogitate contemplate
a blue enthralling thrill
blueness into whiteness
back to blue and never still

thoughts reach to horizons
beyond the vast expanse
which stretches out forever
to study look askance

a calmness washes over
weary eye and wrinkled brow
the soul soaks in the soothing bath
of salt and fresh air now

what mysteries does such
a watery world secret
from land bound human frailty
considering as asleep

the depths spread out before us
the life contained therein
oh what a wondrous sight it is
to sight a shining fin

at evening time to lie in bed
and hear the peaceful hush
which rushes up to carry one
far from daily crush

the murmur of the wave
as it sluices sand so free
exciting hissing gurgling
the power of the sea

fact cannot be denied
from seaside comes a calm
inexplicable by most
and pleasant as a balm

to find a safe and lonely nook
somewhere along the coast
for some life's full ambition
unlikely there to boast

in solitude and with close heart
forever then at peace
no troubled inhibitions weigh down those
who take in beach