Beyond the ocean of twinkling sighs,
A wave rides high beneath the quiet skies.
"Come, dance with the starfish!" they softly plead,
But shadows in the deep whisper secrets indeed.
The moon's silver laughter trails behind,
As children of stardust wander blind.
"Be careful of the tides," the sentinel murmurs,
For celestial currents consume the dreamers.
Follow the lights on the horizon's crest,
Where angelic echoes never find rest.
In realms where darkness and wonder weave,
The mystic wave waits for those who believe.