At the Edge of the Sea

The edge of the sea is a beautifully elusive place, an undefinable boundary ever-changing with the twists and turns of the ceaseless tides. One moment it belongs to the land, the next it is reclaimed by the waves. With each wave a new shore line appears, never exactly the same. It's a magical world, in which the eternal rhythm of the ebb and flow tirelessly hides and reveals beauty beneath the surface. Fragments of the beach, little mementos that carry memories of endless walks along the shore, soft touch of the fitful waves, and a gentle kiss of the summer breeze.

Inside each drop of saltwater
There is a call of a boundless sea

Inside each spiral of a shell
There is a whisper of a restless wave

Inside each grain of sand
There is a murmur of a wind-swept shore

Inside each fragment of a rock
There is a thunder of a mighty mountain

Let my toes teach the shore 
how to feel a tranquil life
through the wetness of sands 

Let my heart latch the door
of blackness, as all my pain 
now blue sky understands

Munia Khan
 You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, 
you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore,
just be a little grain of sand and feel them all

Munia Khan
Tidal Flow
You are the missing piece of me,
The piece I was always searching for -
In the mountains high and oceans deep
Until there was nowhere else to go.

And then, when lost by the raging sea
I found it, unexpectedly -
When the tide of your beating heart
Swept across the shores of mine.

Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand, waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land?

Matt Squire
Take my hand
feel the sand
beneath your aimless feet
towards the sparkling waves

Munia Khan

Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.

A.D. Posey
 Five little seashells lying on the shore.
Swish went the waves. And then there were four.

Four little seashells, pretty as can be.
Swish went the waves. Then there were three.

Three little seashells, all pearly new.
Swish went the waves. Then there were two.

Two little seashells, lying in the sun.
Swish went the waves. Then there was one.

One little seashell, lying all alone.
I put it in my pocket and took it back home.

The secret to walking on water is knowing where the rocks are.

Bootsy Collins
Like pebbles on a beach
Kicked around, displaced by feet
Like broken stones - all trying to get home.
Like a loser's reach
Too slow and short to hit the peaks
So lost and alone - trying to get home.

As another piece shatters
Another little bit gets lost
And what else really matters - at such a cost?

Paul Weller

Today was about chasing sun-rays, beach waves, and sunsets. All things beautiful that give you peace are worth chasing. Everything else isn't.

April Mae Monterrosa
Oblong stones sink 
slow and sideways. Shaped 
by the weight of waves,
dutifully vibrating nature’s 
lunar-bound graces, 
they wash ashore only for 
closed palms to forsake them. 
The cheerful will 
cherish them, place them
on windowsills, or on graves.

Kristen Henderson
When the blue hour comes for you
If there's anything that you would have me do
Just call on me and I'll be coming through
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes

Roy Orbison
Light breaks where no sun shines;
Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart
Push in their tides;

Dylan Thomas