The tide arrives with silver hands,
Unrolling whispers on the sand.
The gulls drift low through salted air,
Like drifting thoughts that wander there.
The ocean breathes in steady rhyme,
A patient keeper guarding time.
Each wave that folds upon the shore
Erases footprints made before.
The sun melts gold across the sea,
A lantern lit for wandering dreams.
And seashells scattered by the foam
Seem tiny echoes calling home.
At dusk the sky turns violet-blue,
The stars appear in quiet view.
And somewhere in the cooling night,
The lighthouse spins its faithful light.
The beach remains when day is done—
A place where earth and water run
Together softly, wild and free,
In endless conversation with the sea.
Thank-you for reading.
Brenda Marie
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Brenda, this poem is absolutely beautiful—your imagery feels so gentle and alive, like the tide itself. I especially love how you turn the ocean into a “patient keeper guarding time” and the lighthouse into a “faithful light.” It’s the kind of writing that makes a person pause and take a deep breath. Thank you for sharing this peace of the shore with us.
Thank you so much for your beautiful words. Your reflection touched me deeply, and I’m grateful the poem brought you a sense of calm and stillness. The shore has always felt like a place where time softens and the heart can breathe a little easier, so it means a great deal to know those feelings carried through to you. Thank you for reading so thoughtfully and for sharing your kindness here.