Washed by waves of beauty

On the shore,

Caressed by balmy water

To the core,

Relaxed into the sands of time

And sleep,

Succumb unto unconsciousness,

The deep

Darker plains surrounded though

With light,

Relieving fear, engendered

By the night.

A welcome swell of ocean

Bathes my soul,

Cleansing warmest water

Makes me whole.

12 thoughts on “Soothes”

  1. It seems like you’ve used a very deliberate structure. It’s very effective, it perfectly mimics the ebb and flow of a sea swelling tide. There is nothing quite like the smell of the ocean, and the searing cool of the surf. I find nothing beats a bad bout of melancholy like a dump in the ocean.


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