Moonlight, shining on my face.
Cool sea breezes, brushing my skin.
The ocean calls out to me.

Wet sand, between my toes.
Waves lapping at my legs.
Why do I think of you?

Sounds of the ocean,
Sea creatures singing.
Still... I think of you.

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Scarlatan, in the year 835 AF.