Meditation of the Waves
Oh waves, your gleam and thunder set me free, my heart takes flight upon your endless sea.
The sea, a boundless dreamer, weaves its spell, Where waves in ceaseless rhythm rise and fall. Their crests, kissed by light, in silver swell, A dance of water, answering the call. The waves, they sing—a pulse of primal sound, A roar, a whisper, crashing on the shore. No visible wave of light or song is found, Yet water's cadence thrums forevermore.
_ Beneath the sun, the beach lies soft and wide, A canvas gold where footprints weave and fade. The waves' caress, both fierce and gentle, guide The heart to soar where worries are unmade. Multidimensional, sea and light entwine, A meditation born of foam and spray. The soul, once heavy, lifts in tides divine, Its healing touch restores the spirit's play._
~Roald Bartholomew
