In echoes faint, the moon weeps softly,
caressing the ocean's azure heart. At dusk,
they converge in whispered secrets,
timeless in the realm of forgotten shores.
A tide of silence, pulsing beneath waves,
a rhythm of chaos, yet ordered—passionate,
longing embraces of stars above and
the deep sea's breath entwined in a dance.
Oh, the shared gaze of solitude
and vivid dreams in liquid motion,
where each drop tells a saga
of love etched in tides of moments.
Sail upon these tranquil whispers,
where every crest holds a story,
dive into the stillness of
roaring hearts made of moonlight.