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