the ebbing call of a forgotten tide whispers
  did the stars always know
the ink stains on the parchment
love letters to the past
scribbled but never sent
— in the margins
  shadows of eclipses
  dancing
on waves of time
a child's drawing in the sand
of an ocean never seen
where footprints tell stories
of journeys half-completed
echo
repeat
the hollow sound of silence
drifting
like smoke in a forgotten room
time doesn't sleep
whisper to the lichens