Seashore Seesaw

Like the sound of ocean in a seashell My ears ring of the love for the ocean With land, river, lake unable to quell The ache for sea, woven within finespun. The sound of waves that break and surge up shore Washes the stain and stench of inland slime From the mind and body, right to the core Purifying, cleansing like bells dawn chime. Heralding last hour, all gone and dusted, Flushing away the past's stain, taint and scour. New dawn born each hour, freshened and flustered. Time with the sea renews, like chimes on hour. The sound of sea in sync with my being Sustains love with chants and seesaw seeing.