The sea hums ancient songs in a voice of foam,
pulling me into its salt-laced poem.
Barefoot, reckless, wild and free,
I chase the whispers where mermaids flee.

Agates glimmer like trapped starfire,
golden veins of the ocean’s desire.
Driftwood wands, sea glass spells,
magic woven in moonlit swells.

Night unfurls with a velvet sigh,
stars like lanterns in the deep black sky.
And here I stand where the earth meets the sea,
unraveled, remade...where the tide carries me.