Endless tides meet endless times, and he aboard his boat,
Pink sun kissing rippled waves, beauty admired as in a sonnet God wrote.
He stands at the helm, crystal sand and salted breeze at his cheek,
The sky brushed with purple clouds and golden bands as if heaven had a leak.
Strong fists pull rope taught and wide sails lap and then stand upright,
And like a seabird skimming the mirrored foam, the white vessel takes flight.
Wood grazing water, boundless with fury and fervor, leaping from crest to crest,
He rides his stallion into the wind, resonating with passion as the sea can attest.
How unsullied joy is, when we become what we worship and love,
As he glides across the horizon and follows the wistful tides to above.
Pink sun kissing rippled waves, beauty admired as in a sonnet God wrote.
He stands at the helm, crystal sand and salted breeze at his cheek,
The sky brushed with purple clouds and golden bands as if heaven had a leak.
Strong fists pull rope taught and wide sails lap and then stand upright,
And like a seabird skimming the mirrored foam, the white vessel takes flight.
Wood grazing water, boundless with fury and fervor, leaping from crest to crest,
He rides his stallion into the wind, resonating with passion as the sea can attest.
How unsullied joy is, when we become what we worship and love,
As he glides across the horizon and follows the wistful tides to above.
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