Ocean Dance

Let the waves subside, release a song to the gentle moon; orchestrating the midnight crest, unveils the dance of night: the soft white light, a milky dream to the deep bottom dweller. the trumpets are played, the gurgling sounds awaken the dormant souls of Earth. I roll in the warm gentle sand, I think of nothing but the tinge of new memories. I come in peace and seek wisdom from the ocean shelf. the sorrowing man gives account to the rolling waves, and I whistle my tunes in this nightly and most enchanted encounter.