In the twilight hush of underwater dreams,
a thousand messages drift, forgotten,
their whispers lost amidst the gentle hum
of tides that forget their own names.
The coral reefs, like ancient scribes,
write letters in the language of light,
each flicker a heartbeat, each glow a sigh,
tracing paths through the sodium night.
Echoes of voices unheard,
lured by the waltz of phosphorescent tendrils
entwining thoughts lost in seaweed dreams,
where memories wash ashore like distant stars.
Follow the currents, my restless muse,
seek solace in the silent reverie
of bioluminescent tales, lingering still
in the golden embrace of the unspoken sea.