Can't you hear it. . .

There it goes again. . .

It's a voice. . .

A soft hidden voice. . .

It's calling to you.

The breeze is crying.
It's asking for you.

The waves are pounding out your name.
A gull is singing its song,
a salty seaman's chant.
The sails are keeping the time
for the song of the sea.
There's a wind that whistles
while it sings
and calls out over the waters.

It's saying it

Over and over

Again and again

"I love you!"