He leaves his window open
so the cool sea breeze wafts in
he's curtains gently flutter
kissed by nights marine winds

He's on an ocean of thought
with waves of passion
smashing into the shoreline
with no abatement

He's riding sea horses of dreams
dancing on the crest of white horses
holding tight to the reins
with fetlocks all a flowing

What must be must be
the blue waits for he
this is his calling
the call to the sea

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris