My young ears hear the sound in the night
It is my first night
The rhythmic rush and pound
and the quiet churn surrounds me

The window, cracked open slightly
brings in the cold fume of the salty air
Each breath is soothing
and I fall asleep

No dreams
No worries
No cares
No pain

The sound carries me
as if I was afloat upon it
each swell denies the harsh realities
My body dips and peaks with the tide

I wake to the sun
the sound is still there
rhythmic pounds and churns
I only need to be quiet to listen at any time