The sea claims, here you are at my door.
Leave behind the bustling streets.
Walk up to me, pardon my storminess.
Bury your feet in my sand and close your eyes.
I shall salve you of endless perplexity and unrest.
I shall cure your distressed mind of obsession.
The alluring city winds have sworn to keep you on toes,
And blow the whistle at you to run an unending race.
I shall chase the unrelenting thoughts with a lash,
And wash your soiled charm in a splash.
Let me hold your plummeting spirits,
And let them ride high on my rising tides.
I shall swell and gulp down your drear feelings,
And absorb your heart aches in my gaping depths.
Wade through me, I shall soak every bit of you in bliss,
And stick a taut lasting smile on your face.
I shall reach out to you in every wave,
And cuddle you to satiating peace.
Let me soak your sober eyes in my hues.
Let me soothe your weary ears in my voice,
And blow cool on your tense eyebrows.
Snuggle with me into tranquility.
I shall revive your dying sensations,
And unshackle you from the worldly hassles.