The Ocean’s Call The waves unfold their rhythmic song, a lullaby of depth and space, with saline notes that pull me strong, a wild embrace, a timeless grace.

Each crest and trough, a heartbeat’s plea, a dance of tides beneath the moon, where dreams are spun and spirits flee, a sailor’s wish, an ancient tune.

Here on the shore, I find my balm, where earth meets ocean, vast and free, a tranquil fury, fierce yet calm, the ocean’s arms are home to me.

• Thomas S P S Munch