In the vast expanse of blue,
A shifting tapestry of moods—
The ocean speaks in tongues
That only the quiet heart understands.
Tidal pulls, like synaptic firings,
A dance between moon and sea,
Neurotransmitters and thoughts—
Ebb and flow, push and pull.
Surface calm belies the currents below,
Waves whisper to the shore,
Are they murmurs of peace?
Or cries of a storm yet unseen?
Depths dark and unfathomed,
Where pressure mounts, a vice on the mind,
Leviathans swim in the abyss—
Our fears, unnamed, unspoken.
Yet the horizon promises new dawns,
As sunlight pierces cerulean veil,
A lustrous alchemy that turns grey to gold—
Hope that heals, that holds.
Each salted tear that joins this expanse
Dilutes in the magnitude of its being—
Resilience resides in its vastness,
Endless renewal in each receding wave.
Here, we learn
To breathe
Above and beneath,
In storm and in stillness—
The ocean a mirror
Of the psyche’s complex brilliance.
Hayden Coombs 