Enigmas unfurl, like breath upon glass,
Melancholy whispers ripple through sand.
The moon tucks dreams beneath salty sheets,
Patterns woven of twilight and longing.
Kind sirens serenade the weary shores,
Their songs locked in a vessel of forgetfulness,
Floating between stars lost to history's embrace,
Ghosts of laughter swallowed by abyssal margins.
Carve sketches with fingertips on the obsidian,
Unseen hands quill fleeting tides of silence.
Parades of restless echoes wash ashore,
Each grain a cycle, lost to morning's herald.
The stars bleed into horizon's embrace,
A masquerade of light over subsiding depths.
Recede, oh wishes—cast adrift in foam,
Discover the hues of unspoken reverie.