The opening simile is so elaborate and evocative that I hate to admit I don't entirely get it, but the metaphor, "life's a Braille..." and what immediately follows is so powerful that I'll accept the first simile on faith.
The enjambments "by / my door" and "each / heave" sound more driven by rhyme than by sense. That wouldn't matter a lot, except that the poet uses some imperfect rhymes elsewhere, so to my ear the slight strain to get these perfect ones seems gratuitous.
These aren't big matters. The consistent and cumulative imagery is lovely -- the way that the scene is developed for extended meaning and feeling. The repetition "It whispers... it whispers" mimics the repetition of the waves and of the associated feelings perfectly. This will be hard to beat.
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