Maxwell Blue's Oubliette:

Whispers at Sea

Colors plainly rippled, rolled and swayed over the horizon.
I thought I heard a whisper there that thumbed the waves at sea.

Feeding a wish; fathering a dream not yet answered,
As it steadies the storms and circles the breeze.

As weeks leap to years,
some colorful melodies are carried away from me.
But I listen to the quiet roar of these waters.
Sometimes I catch a whisper if I listen closely to the sea.