I stand in darkness on a distant hill
And listen to the tempting of the sea;
With whispers crashing on a drum of sand,
In liquid melody it beckons me.
Desiring to surrender to its call,
I let the shell of self slip to the ground.
The sea envelops me within its breath;
The salty harmony sweetly surrounds.
Without a touch, it draws me closer in,
Without words, speaks the longings of my heart--
To meet the Voice that permeates my soul,
To see the great Creator of this art.