“Surf, waves, salt air, warm air, inner peace, drowning the noise of life, sun kissed”

A tangle of sunlight drifts over the sand,  
Golden and loose as the curls on my head;  
I step through the palm-shadowed dawning, unplanned,  
And drink the bright hush that the ocean has spread.

Salt air, a balm, fills my chest when I breathe—  
It smooths all the grit from the gears of my soul;  
The tide gathers whispers and sweeps underneath,  
Washing the world till I’m simple and whole.

I paddle past noise, past the static and spin,  
To the place where the sea holds my youngest delight.  
Here, every wave is an unspoken hymn  
And the sun kisses skin, turning worries to light.

The tumult behind me is drowned in the blue,  
Where laughter and longing dissolve and release—  
Each crest wraps me gently in watery truth,  
And tossing, I’m weightless and tasting my peace.

There are murmurs of foam as the breakers appear,  
Their white hands inviting, familiar and free;  
Salt on my lips, warm wind in my ear—  
Surf’s song is the silence that’s singing in me.

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