Beneath the solace of quiet waves,
threads of light spin whispered worlds.
They dance, weaving contrary tales
in the depths of an azure night.
A lanternfish sings, its chord a pulse,
resonating through boundless dark
while the moon's fickle gaze wades
in phosphorescent mist.
Stories fold like silken fins—
folding between ripples and echoes,
stars adorn the sleeping mariner.
His dreams falter in seas of shadow.