Tide Song

The ocean's
quiet hum
caresses the shore,
echoing secrets
known only to
drifting dreams
and wandering stars.

How the moon pulls
the heart of waters,
stitching silken tides
into an endless
embrace,
weaving
a silent
elegy for
the restless shore.

Beneath the depths, a glow pulses,
reminiscent of
unspoken thoughts
of midnight reflections,
that flicker softly
like memories
echoing
through
the darkness.

When waves become
whispers,
I listen closer,
finding light in
the shadows,
a quiet song
that sings of
both beginnings
and endings,
resounding
with
familiar
tunes of
solitude.

A tide of
thoughts,
memories
cascading, cascading,
each wave
a reflection
of the calm
before dawn,
before light
breaks,
surrendering
to
truth.