The ocean sighs beneath the moon,
its breath a lullaby, soft and soon.
a whisper rolling on the sand,
reaching out with salted hand.
It keeps old secrets in its chest,
and rocks the wrecked and lost to rest.
It laughs in storms, it weeps in rain,
a soul of joy, a heart of pain.
Not wild, not tame, just ever true,
a mirror deep of me and you.