Beneath the mermaid's whispered lull,
a tapestry of woven dreams,
where shade and sun entwine to pull
at heartstrings lost in silent streams.

Aqua thoughts, they ripple wide,
through grains of time, sand slips away,
in shadows cast by moonlit tide,
a sonnet formed of night and day.

Echoes murmur, secrets spun
from droplets kissed by morning light,
a chorus of the unseen ones,
who walk the line of day and night.

And here, the sea, a cradle vast,
holds dreams that shimmer, fade, and last.