Chasing the horizon
each step resonating
with the memory
of waves swallowed
by the infinite
The echo of a whisper
lost in
the undulating embrace
of tides that forget
not the soft
caress of the moon.
Time bends
like the old sailor's tales
spun around the cracks
of ancient mariners' whispers
that dwell
between silence and storm.
Beneath
the surface, echoes
remember
the touch of fleeting moments
cascading
through the tides
of stories untold.