Enchanting Ocean
There is a peaceful whisper in the air,
Delightful silent sound I cannot hear.
It seems to come from there and anywhere
And chimes from far away as well as near.
In dreams it glides enchantedly along
Like in a warm and tender sea born breeze,
Is even hiding in the seagull’s song
And bears for me emotions of release.
There is a feeling in my silent heart
Of dormant freedom, never ending deep.
It softly conquers and it takes apart
My starving soul that rests in barren sleep.
So it became the place that I love most:
The rocks and sands, the surf of ocean’s coast.