Rushing into mother ocean as she calls my name unceasingly,

knowing it’s her whose bosoms holds life, treasure, secrets and embracing crashing waves for me.

 She is all that a sailor could ever love for the ocean herself no women could be as big and beautiful and she.

To all she calls in an unspoken language no mortal person in their right mind could ever conceive, her messages can be heard from gulls that scream and the gifts from deep within her palace that she gifts to the beach shores just for me.

 the vast sea who I call upon for my inspiration, for it is her who is and will always be my muse to my artistic creations.