Whispers of the Figmouthsy

The receipts of coldly rising tides, intangible.

A sparkle over nebular territories, settling like silent dew.
Gathering like moonlit sand, accretions, one gentle note.

Listen:

Wind enfolds aspirations, fig leaves quiver, a sigh, an outcome.
Indeterminate yet faithful, the song of deep ether.

Suffused Aromas | Resonant Shadows