In my azure descent, I ponder ripples in infinite embrace,
Where undulating depths cradle whispered dreams of reassembly.
Beneath vast canopies of burdened gray, I recite love letters
Fashioned in the tessellations of dewdrop kisses on nascent morning foliage.
I am the echo of yesterday's thunder, a zephyr’s discarded whisper,
Cascading through rivulets towards oceans' ever-singing heart.
Amidst the din of echoes taut on the cusp of temporary repose,
I find solace in your sacred agitation, intersection-bound wanderer.