The ocean breathes in its languid rhythm,

Golden sun caresses my face,

Salty winds whipp through my hair,

And for a moment,

My soul is at peace.

I sit, a lone sentinel,

the sand warm beneath me,

embraced by the quiet symphony of the ocean.

Each wave rises, curls, crashes,

a transient fury against the shore,

then falls back, silenced,

as if the sea itself has lost its voice.

I watch, entranced,

But suddenly, my heart breaks slightly,

With each crashing wave.

How can the ocean roar, then become so still?

Is this not love? Not life?

How they burst forth,

a tide of passion, wild and fierce,

filling the heart with a relentless surge,

Only to recede, leaving,

A tranquil aftermath.

A memory in the sand.