At the foot of the azure sea
foaming surf speaks an ancient lore
wrapping all in its mystery.
Some say it is purest alchemy
practiced there by the shore.
With not one speck of fertile ground,
just rocks and brine lapping endless sand,
The sea sings its whispering song.
Surely some magick wrote the score
that swells over beckoning night.
Oblivious to lock or door
silver notes, mingled with salt sea air,
merge with Moon’s golden light.
There in the mist, a wondrous peace;
Sea music has calmed the savage beast.
The dark, defeated, joins in song.