Softly float
Your gentle swellings
Ever rising and subsiding,
Whispering
Your ancient tellings.

Steady flows
Your salty glory
Holding deep and dark and damp
Holding tight
To solemn stories.

Slowly drift
Your foamy strands
Lifting, moving, traveling
Depositing
On shiny sand.

Sweetly sing
Your ever strong
Sacred tune of low and haunting
Melodies,
Your ocean song.