The sea murmurs in forgotten dialects,
translated only by the moon's silver tongue.
A whispering echo of dreams untold,
where waves syncopate with the heart's pulse.
Dare to descend?
Here, the horizon is a canvas,
painted with the palette of dusk.
Each crest a note in the ocean's symphony,
guided by a conductor unseen.
Listen closely.
Stars blink in approval,
as the tides form constellations in the sand.
The silence between waves speaks volumes,
a language of tides and timelessness.
Hear their secret.