As stars dance upon darkness' breath,
So do the tides speak in whispers,
Reverberating through echoes of seashells,
Veiling messages of the earth's pulse a thousand ages deep.
Coral Dreams
A forgotten melody of Atlantis waiting to surface.
Sea Serpents
Guardian spirits of maritime sighs.
Engulfed by the abyss, ripened by moonlit caress,
Messages lost among the veil of surf.
The salty wind carries cries from submerged valleys,
Whispers of oceanic lore, untamed and unfurling.
The Whispers Among the Shallows, Conclave of Gulls, 1986, vol. II - "Entwined with the lunar ballet, our tides harbor thoughts of ancient mariners, whose voices still murmur beneath the tempest breaks."^1
^1 Conclave of Gulls, a name known only to the half-sunk libraries of Chartum Bay
Details within the hollow granaries of celestial maps and aquatic hymns.
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Ocean Observations: Ancient Riddles, 320 BC