She glides among the shore
while the water ebbs and flows from the sand
And with a voices of silver bells
She laughs, she chimes
as she whispers to the sandpipers and hermit crabs that greet her
on her daily practice.
When the sun gets higher in the sky you can see her wondrous hair
flowing down her back like the waves themselves
in luscious blonde tendrils that match the sun in shine.
Her gown of deep sea blue twirls around her feet as she summons the ocean breeze
for her own personal delight,
and you can smell the scent of sweet salt and unexplainable wonder
as it tingles the senses.
Now see her eyes as she skims the ocean surface.
They are green, like the moss found on the seabed,
but more radiant; more bright.
Now, the golden orb is sinking into the sea, and her tan skin illuminates
the colors of the sunset
as she sits on the sand, watching.
While the sun slowly disappears, she creeps up and advances toward her silky home.
When the white sphere is seen in the velvet sky,
she walks into the sea
as she has been doing forever.
With one smooth motion, she sinks below the surface, and slips into the ocean in a breathless dive.
She is the Spirit of The Sea that never dies,
and the only thing she leaves behind
is awe.