Dance Of The Waves Poem by Micron Jan

The sea inhales with a silvered sigh,
Waves pulse and shimmer beneath the sky.
Salt in the wind, foam on the sand,
The tide moves steady, gentle and grand.

Moonlight tugs on the restless deep,
Awakening currents that never sleep.
Driftwood sways and gulls wheel above,
Caught in the rhythm, caught in the love.

Foam spills lightly on jagged stones,
Tracing the shore in soft, white tones.
Sand and shells dance in the flow,
Carried where the tide's hands go.

Then the waters recede with a hush,
Leaving a shimmer, a glint, a rush.
Salt in the hair, damp on the skin,
The ocean whispers, pulls you in.

Ever returning, relentless, alive,
Tides push and pull, twist and dive.
A ceaseless ballet, fierce yet kind,
The ocean's heartbeat mirrored in mind.