Moving Waters:

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.