The ocean carved out a face so fine,
a lost rambler quenched his thirst with it,
his eyes fixed on the gleamy sunshine,
reflected by the wave as his eyes met it.

A designing stare, he tamely recalled,
He had waited for the ocean to calm down,
For the wave to stop and talk to him,
He sensed a faint giggle and lost all vim.

But there was something different today,
The wave stopped, brushed his torso and retired
He felt a breeze through him, an air of ebullience
“The ocean never looked so pretty”, he rejoiced.

Journeys have to be covered, distances need crossing
Duties are to be performed, thrills need curtailing
He could only stand there, and enjoy momentarily,
his happiness tail-spinned, somewhat unwillingly.

The rambler proceeded away from the shore
curves of the wave etched deep inside his heart,
a yearning to confront it again, tearing him apart,
he treasures the etchings now, even more.