The motion of the ocean,
Deeper than the notion,
Of sentimental deeds in motion,
Once felt,
you'll never be the same...
The brisk of fine mist,
Acrobatic on your lips,
The brine, whispy fine,
Elicits your unwind,
Oh, bouy! Guide my joy,
To Long Island in the summer,
The seaside calls so often, on a universal number...
The waves rise like flames,
That were recently set ablaze,
The color makes me wonder,
How much I will discover,
My gaze, amidst the days,
Where sea grass tickles my skin,
I'm shaking from the thunder,
of the storm that brews within...
The sand, understand,
is a luxury for man,
Conch cocoons, reggae tunes,
The beauty comes in hues,
Warm days, peaceful bays,
The coastal wind shall sway,
Best believe your heart,
The ocean's here to stay.
M.S.B.