Blissful whispers, the ebbing tide,
A sated lover’s sigh.
Scintillating breeze against my cheek,
Teasing me with warm salty breath,
I whisper secrets; she listens,
My precious trusted friend,
She understands my troubles and fears,
Offers me hopes and dreams.
Gazing at her magnificence,
I am but a grain of sand,
She is my sanctuary,
A sacred temple for my thoughts,
Without judgement, she comforts,
Ever unchanging, ever extraordinary,
Nature’s most precious gift – the sea.
Nancy Crossman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/whispers-42/
