(The picture above I do own so please don't steal it or my poetry.)
There’s something to the sea
About the ocean
Running across the sand wearing a flower crown with the wind in your hair
Flying
An escape
A salty sandy wind strewn escape
The sand and the sea
The wind and the horizon
The freedom
The moon on the ocean
Wind blowing night air across the sand
If only I had wings
Then I could fly, really fly across the sand and the sea
Be one with the wind and the salty sea spray
Standing there yearning to grow wings
Then I could soar
Soar up up up with the gulls and down down down to skim the water
Drinking in the sea breeze
Swaying with the sea grass growing on the dunes
Sitting with the barnacle encrusted boulders
Swimming to the rhythm of waves
Just being
Existing in peace
I can stand in the storm
Let the rain and the sand and the salt and the sea swirl around me with the wind
Crash with the waves
Whoosh with the wind
Escape
Escape into the salt and the sea and the sand
Escape into the wind and fly to the horizon
Float out onto the waves
For that is the nature of the sea, it lets one escape
Absorbed in the beauty and the power
The fierceness and the risk
The yearning to be there
Among the dunes and the roses
The salt and the sand
The sea and the storm
The wind and the horizon
The sun and the moon
To be there, in a place between the stars
The sea
The midnight poetry
The legends of kelpies and mer
The ancient lore
The pull of the waves
To be there, among the wind and the waves
To be there, once again and forever
The ocean
