Under the twilight blue, the sea murmurs calmly.

It was once a moon lullaby.

Its waves rise like whispered sighs.

Under the wary eyes of the starry skies.

 

Secrets approach the shore in shells

Tales of history and storms

Wood comes in old tones.

Between the hearts of sailors and the moans of mermaids.

 

The tide rises and then slowly recedes.

Like memories that resist death.

Yet the soul

can find a softer demeanour in its depths; a wild calm.

 

Wind in the hair; salt on the skin;

Freedom still lives in the air.

Every breaking wave has a breath.

is a song performed by the endless ocean.