It is something to be touched and seen,
To be felt and breathed in deep.
From time’s start it has always been,
Roving always, it never sleeps.

It stretches across the expanse of vision,
Reflecting the azure sky in hue.
Boundaries it has, fixed with precision,
It is unfathomable, to the finite you.

The gulls cry in eerie, haunting cries.
The waves crash upon the silver sand.
The world of man all but dies,
In this twilight nautical wonderland.

Roaring it’s noise does never cease;
It’s wonders never shall grow dim.
And yet all one finds is blissful peace,
Upon ocean shores with dreams and whims.