Poem: Dreaming of the Ocean

I dream of the ocean in whispers and tide,
Where moonlight and water in silence collide.
The hush of the waves in a lullaby tone,
A voice from a world I have never known.

Its salt on the breeze is a memory’s trace,
A dance of the seafoam, a fleeting embrace.
The gulls in the distance cry tales to the sky,
As clouds drift like secrets they’re trying to hide.

I dream of the ocean with eyes closed tight,
Where shadows of whales pass slowly in the night,
And coral cathedrals, in colors unknown,
Rise out of the deep like kingdoms of stone.

The pull of the current, the call of the blue,
Reminds me there’s more than the world that I knew.
A vastness, a freedom, untouched and unspoken—
A heart that keeps beating though endlessly broken.

So let me keep dreaming, adrift in that sea,
Where time is a tide and the soul can be free.
For though I am landlocked in body and bone,
In dreams of the ocean, I’m always home.