Those once docile waves of time
Raise their rested heads,
Springing to the surface
To show that all\'s not dead.
Within the swallows of the Ocean
But just below the surface,
Where the wind plays picaboo
And every breath is wordless.
Where moments seem to pause
And raindrops are half blind,
Where skinny dipping minds
Get wasted all the time.
Where free will and cares
Are thrown right out the door,
Where the waters of Life
Are now your dance floor.
Where a small little dream
Can turn into a plan,
Where the good of yesterday
Still makes a stand.
Where time is truly enjoy
Every moment is rubbed in,
From the passing of the ripples
And the soaking of the skin.
For the Ocean is our oyster
Our escape from reality,
Our home away from home
To keep us calm and carefree.