Moving Waters:

Those once docile waves of time
Raise their rested heads,
Springing to the surface
To show all's not dead.

Within the swallows of the ocean
But just below the surface,
Where the air plays picaboo
And every breathe is wordless.

Where moments seem to stop
And the rain is half blind,
Where skinny dipping minds
Get wasted all the time.

Where free will and cares
Are thrown right out the door,
Where the waters of life
Are now your dance floor.

Where a small little dream
Can turn into a plan,
Where the good of yesterday
Still makes a stand.

Where time is truly enjoyed
Every memory is rubbed in,
From the passing of the ripples
And the soaking of the skin.

For the Ocean is our oyster
Our escape from reality,
That brings us peace of mind
And keeps us calm and carefree.