Salty Wind

A cycle of poems «Chasing a Werewolf»

Salty wind, a whisper low,
Across the dunes, it starts to blow.
Carries tales of ocean deep,
Secrets that the currents keep.
Of crashing waves and distant cries,
Of seabirds soaring 'neath the skies.

Salty wind, a salty kiss,
A taste of freedom, a wild bliss.
It stings my eyes, it fills my hair,
A salty song, beyond compare.
The rhythm of the restless sea,
A melody that's wild and free.

The sun beats down, a golden gleam,
Reflecting off the ocean's stream.
The sand it shifts beneath my feet,
A constant dance, both swift and sweet.
The salty wind, it knows my soul,
A story told, a making whole.

Salty wind, a salty kiss,
A taste of freedom, a wild bliss.
It stings my eyes, it fills my hair,
A salty song, beyond compare.
The rhythm of the restless sea,
A melody that's wild and free.

It calls to me, a siren's plea,
To wander far, to simply be.
To lose myself within the breeze,
And find my peace amongst the seas.

Salty wind, a salty kiss,
A taste of freedom, a wild bliss.
It stings my eyes, it fills my hair,
A salty song, beyond compare.
The rhythm of the restless sea,
A melody that's wild and free.

Salty wind, oh salty wind,
Your song will never have an end.
You carry dreams on wings of white,
A salty whisper, in the fading light.