Waves

For as long as I remember these waves had been my home
Swifting in melancholy , I sit midst my humble adobe
Where my seasons have changed, where my brightest days have turned into the haunted nights
Where I have hit the shore, taking a new dust of sand each time
I feel this wave inside my veins , taking a new leap in each climb
For years, the birds have enjoyed the night show
In hailstorms and brighest sun my waves will always grow
They will rage, they will love
They are my dear home, a true blessing from above.