Sound arrives first;
ears can see over dunes.
Light will bounce too, but
shapes may morph into something else.
Water will always stretch
as far as you can see.
Waves will curl and crash,
reassuring your heart.
Salt smells of life and
marks the water as your own blood.
Wind awakens
all that you know.
(top: travelportland.com; sunset: joelmartinson.com)
Narble Furt Lives 
Great imagery
With throbbing
Words of heart
Ty Stew
So well put. Very nice work.
Thanks. When I first wrote it I didn’t think it worked. When I put it in couplets it, somehow, changed.
I think you’ve perfectly expressed how I feel about the ocean, too. I felt refreshed just reading this. 🙂
That’s nice. Thanks.