I woke at first light to the sound of the sea.
The pull of the ocean was calling to me.
It tugged at my slumber and told me to wake.
It told me to hurry, before I was late.
T’is a curious way to wake from a dream.
To know something magical HAS to be seen.
To know in your heart that you HAVE to be there.
To know that your dream is telling you where.
So this is the reason I swim from the shore
As day breaks before me, with colour so raw
To witness the magic that I might have missed
To follow my dream, the one that insists
That I search for the wild that resides in my soul
The wild that is found in this water, so cold.
I trust what it says, when it calls me this way
And know I must wake, and I must seas the day.