10 syllables in 10 lines

He’s never felt the sea hot to the touch
Nor have it deliver such an escape
From the city’s dull din of cars and trucks
Or from time spent waiting or running late.
He’s never seen the moon rise from the sea
Reminding him he’ll never be alone
Or ever shown such heroic beauty
During his journey of evening roams.

Rarely do his thoughts ever meet with truth
But now he has a love to come home to.