At The Tide’s Edge

Inside each drop of saltwater
There is a call of an endless sea

Inside each spiral of a shell
There is a whisper of a restless wave

Inside each grain of sand
There is a murmur of a wind-swept shore

Inside each fragment of a rock
There is a thunder of a mighty mountain

Vanda Ralevska

Wave of Gold IWave of Gold II

Summer Evening Surf ISummer Evening Surf IISummer Evening Surf III

Golden Sands IGolden Sands II

Golden Sands III

Let my toes teach the shore 
how to feel a tranquil life
through the wetness of sands 

Let my heart latch the door
of blackness, as all my pain 
now blue sky understands

Munia Khan

Normandy Morning

Sand is like an endless sea –
It makes waves and ripples in the breeze,
Stretches as far as the eye can see,
Until the tide rushes in and steals
The place it longs to be.

Vanda Ralevska

Sculpted by the Sea
The Essence of Sand IThe Essence of Sand IIThe Essence of Sand III

Morning on the ShoreTraces of the Waves

You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, 
you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore,
just be a little grain of sand and feel them all

Munia Khan

Pictures in the SandPictures in the SandPictures in the SandPictures in the Sand

You are the missing piece of me,
The piece I was always searching for –
In the mountains high and oceans deep
Until there was nowhere else to go.

And then, when lost by the raging sea
I found it, unexpectedly –
When the tide of your beating heart
Swept across the shores of mine.

Vanda Ralevska

You Are the Missing Piece of Me
Swept by the Tide ISwept by the Tide IIISwept by the Tide II

Within the Tidal Flow

Are we etched in stone or just scratched in the sand 
Waiting for the waves to come and reclaim the land?

Matt Squire

Drops of SunshineStranded on the ShoreSandscapeSunshine RipplesRipples in the SandVeins

Take my hand
feel the sand
beneath your aimless feet
towards the sparkling waves

Munia Khan

 Gentle TideFragments from the beach, little mementos that carry our memories of endless walks along the shore, soft touch of the fitful waves, and gentle kiss of the summer breeze.

Painted on the Shore
Life on the Beach ILife on the Beach IIBeach ArtWashed by the Waves

I have written in the sand
For you to read between the lines
Words that only you can understand
In which my heart its secrets hides

Of a far-off place under the dreaming air
On the silent shores of a moonlit sea
And I hope you’ll come and find me there
In a far-off place where we’re meant to be

Vanda Ralevska

I Have Written in the Sand
On a Sandy Beach IOn a Sandy Beach IISand Streams IISand Streams I

Five little seashells lying on the shore.
Swish went the waves. And then there were four.

Four little seashells, pretty as can be.
Swish went the waves. Then there were three.

Three little seashells, all pearly new.
Swish went the waves. Then there were two.

Two little seashells, lying in the sun.
Swish went the waves. Then there was one.

One little seashell, lying all alone.
I put it in my pocket and took it back home.

Cast Away from the SeaSun Seeker

Like pebbles on a beach
Kicked around, displaced by feet
Like broken stones – all trying to get home.
Like a loser’s reach
Too slow and short to hit the peaks
So lost and alone – trying to get home.

As another piece shatters
Another little bit gets lost
And what else really matters – at such a cost?

Paul Weller

Awash by the TideA Gift from the SeaOn the BeachCaptiveTidal PoolsTidal Rush

“The secret to walking on water is knowing where the rocks are.”
Bootsy Collins

Low Tide Find

“Sand lines my soul which is filled with the breath of the ocean.”
A.D. Posey

From My Veins to the SeaFrom My Veins to the SeaThe Anatomy of SandThe Anatomy of Sand

“Today was about chasing sun-rays, beach waves, and sunsets. All things beautiful that give you peace are worth chasing. Everything else isn’t.”
April Mae Monterrosa

When the Land Meets the SkyBetween the Sky and the Sea

Meet me where the sky sinks into the deep blue sea,
I will wait for you to walk with me.

Meet me in between the sky and the timeless sea,
Together we’ll ride on clouds and sail upon the breeze.

Vanda Ralevska

Sinking in the Sea of White

Oblong stones sink 
slow and sideways. Shaped 
by the weight of waves,
dutifully vibrating nature’s 
lunar-bound graces, 
they wash ashore only for 
closed palms to forsake them. 
The cheerful will 
cherish them, place them
on windowsills, or on graves.

Kristen Henderson

On the Edge
Among the RocksWashed AshoreRocks of Ages

When the blue hour comes for you
If there’s anything that you would have me do
Just call on me and I’ll be coming through
I will always be there for you
When the blue hour comes

Roy Orbison


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