You are the vast ocean, an expanse of secrets whispered across millennia. Your depths cradle forgotten tales, sunken ships, and the echoes of ancient mariners. I, a mere wanderer, am but stray feet upon your shore—a transient visitor in the grand theater of your waves.

The sand clings to my soles, gritty and yielding. Each grain tells a story: of storms that shaped your contours, of lovers who etched their initials into your skin, and of children who built castles only to watch them crumble. I dig deeper, seeking solace in your embrace. My footprints merge with those of countless others, a mosaic of existence imprinted upon your canvas.

And there, where the land kisses the sea, I raise my voice—a hymn woven from salt and longing. It carries across the horizon, a fragile melody that dances upon the crests of waves. I sing for you, dear ocean, for your vastness mirrors the expanse of my heart. In your ebb and flow, I find solace—a rhythm that transcends time.

With each incoming tide, I am drawn closer to you. The water licks my ankles, a lover’s kiss. I am no longer separate; I am part of your symphony. We sway together, a pas de deux choreographed by moonlight. And when the waves break upon the shore, they carry remnants of my soul—a tribute to your eternal song.

You, the keeper of secrets, the mirror of skies, the cradle of life—I come with your tide. For in your depths, I discover fragments of myself. And as the banks yield to your relentless embrace, I surrender—an offering to the ever-shifting currents.

And so, we dance, you and I, between land and sea, between longing and surrender.

Copyright © Beatriz Esmer

Dry Pastel Art