Under the vast cerulean sky, he sails,
Hemingway, a man with tales to tell,
The sea, his muse, whispers in gales,
Together, they weave an eternal spell.

With every wave, a story unfolds,
The salt and wind etch lines on his face,
In the deep, dark blue, secrets are told,
Of battles fought and the thrill of the chase.

He casts his line, hope tethered to the deep,
The marlin dances, a silvery gleam,
In this quiet, where thoughts softly creep,
The sea and Hemingway, lost in a dream.

As dusk falls, and the horizon blends,
Man and sea, their journey never ends,
In the heart of waves, where time suspends,
Hemingway and the sea, eternal friends.