Waves echo softly,
like sleep that tosses and stirs—
a dream of returning lovers,
where both friendship and love are found.

They beckon and brush closer,
falling gently,
hoping the tide will catch them.

Where the ocean meets the shore,
and hungry lips drink elated tears.
Hesitations vanish like morning mist,
as life’s day-to-day rhythms,
rise and fall—
relentless and sure.

Where trust and innocence rise,
woven between drenched sands
and settling waters—
kindred souls drawn together,
seeking refuge in truth.

Solace lingers,
soaked and speckled,
touched by the sea.

Where hope blooms—
freckled yet beautiful,
softly echoing,
tender and sublime.