The pull of the ocean

The ocean calls with restless voice,

A rhythm deep, a luring choice.

Its waves embrace the shore, then flee,

A dance of longing, wild and free.

The pull of tides, a silent song,

It stirs the heart to sail along,

To leave behind the land’s embrace,

And chase the horizon, chase the space.

Beneath the moon’s soft, silver gaze,

The sea is cast in shifting haze.

Its currents tug, its depths unfold,

A mystery both dark and bold.

The salt upon the winds we taste,

A thirst for something unexplained,

The endless blue, the vast, the wide,

A place where dreams and fears collide.

It calls us near, yet keeps its veil,

A secret truth, a whispered tale.

The ocean’s pull is fierce, divine—

A lover’s call, a curse, a sign.

The shore may comfort, land may hold,

But deep within, the soul feels cold

Without the sea, its endless roar,

The pull that bids us to explore.

A restless yearning, vast and wide,

The ocean pulls from deep inside.