Sound of the Ocean

They are calling me again

the whispers of timeless sea breeze,

I hear a weak bellow miles away,

and then it slowly fades,

I gaze on its still waters,

until the west winds blew,

with a storm beckoning the shore,

and the ocean devouring the silence,

however, I still stand in awe,

as the waters trickle my skin,

a little pale, a little wet,

letting my arms fly,

they are calling me again,

and, I must go.