Dance of the Sea-Soul

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She rises at the threshold where water meets sky,
A living wave draped in mist and gold—
Her gown a tapestry of dawn and foam,
Gliding through tides both fierce and cold.

In one swift leap, the oceans bow
To the gentle swirl of her graceful form;
The wind threads secrets through each strand of hair,
Her spirit alight in the brewing storm.

With every spin, she scatters shimmering beads,
A rainfall of pearls across the sand;
Light refracts in soft, prismatic hues,
A swirling chorus at her command.

Like Klee’s mosaic of color and play,
She shifts and flows in fluid lines;
Klimt’s golden whispers adorn each ripple,
A silent ode where radiance shines.

The horizon roars in clouded hush,
Yet tranquil wonder crowns her brow;
Magritte’s dream-laced hush of the strange
Lingers in her footsteps now.

O, dancer wrought of sea and sky,
Your heartbeat merges with briny grace;
Through swirling tides and luminous dusk,
You greet the world with timeless face.

The foam at your feet pays homage fair,
The storm in the heavens yields to art;
In each fluid step, creation stirs
And sets the soul of the sea apart.