Marina

Waves are whispering softly, calling out my name,

Sunlight dancing on the water, nothing feels the same.

The boats are swaying gently, moored in rows so fine,

Here at the marina, where the world feels divine.

Painted docks underfoot, a symphony of wood,

The lighthouse stands watchful, in its ocean mood.

Seagulls cry above me, as they soar and glide,

Every moment’s magic, with the tide as my guide.

Oh, I breathe in the salt air,

And the sun sets low,

With my feet in the water,

I never want to go.

At the marina, where dreams float free,

The sunset ignites the sky, orange and sea.

Crafted by whispers of some ancient lore,

Here at the marina, I’m longing for more.

Fishermen casting lines, sharing tales of the sea,

Laughing over memories, as bright as can be.

Children run and play, chasing shadows at dawn,

Every wave a heartbeat, a song to carry on.

Oh, I breathe in the salt air,

And the wind starts to sing,

Every moment I capture,

Feels like an offering.

At the marina, where dreams float free,

The sunset ignites the sky, orange and sea.

Crafted by whispers of some ancient lore,

Here at the marina, I’m longing for more.

Underneath the stars tonight, the water’s still aglow,

Reflections of my wishes, drift like boats below.

Promises wrapped in silver, carried by the breeze,

At this tranquil harbor, I find my heart at ease.

So here I’ll stay forever, with my soul intertwined,

At the marina of my heart, where the sea and dreams align.

Where the sea and dreams align.