Coursing subtly, your whispers echo
Through the undulating curves of the shoreline,
Where sand meets surf in clandestine unions,
A ballet scripted by the ageless tides.
Each caress, a brushstroke on the canvas of dusk,
Formations arise, dances caught in time's embrace,
Memories of fluid poetry left behind,
As the moon sighs over the horizon.
Dive deeper into the currents.
Trace the melodies spun by waves.