In the silence of salt’s embrace, where echoes of forgotten tides linger,
whispers drift through shifting mists, entangled with memories of shadows.
Sifting through the disintegrating echoes, territories of fading light,
Absence cradles the home of time, clutching crumbling foundations of dreams.
Dance beneath phosphorescent wails,
The serene decay of emerald tendrils dorian, slipping into the maw.
Gardens left to wilt and whisper tales of drowned lands,
while mercurial visions swim, serpentine through wreckage.
Link your soul to the depths,
whispers tickle the spine,
where forgot enchantments sigh sweetly in a crescendo of abysmal grace,
while a thousand suns sink parameterized into oblivion.
Where are the winds that brought you forth,
unfurling feathers laced with decay,
to drown amid the beautiful friction,
of time slithering through sand, the grains slip quietly,
an elegy spoken beneath a waning moon.
The touch of twilight brings ghosts of the liquid night,
a cryptic dance behind flailing waves that soothe frayed edges,
tugging at heartstrings, vibrant and dissolving,
amid the lighthouse shadows where dreams flicker silently.