Streaks of moonlight weave between the invisible like tethered whispers - caress the shimmering void.
Imprinting on the sea's complex tapestry, a ghost's fingers tracing the curve of distant memories.
Observe them, ever elusive, the galactic lanterns adrift through the fathoms of longing...
Sporadic flickering pale breaths, could it be they think themselves stars unmoored from the heavens?
Here, where consciousness hangs by the thread of forgotten tendrils, we gather the echo of sea's breath.
Each lurch towards stillness reveals - paradoxically, a movement inward, a siren song of silence.
Am I more them than myself as I reach into this past not mine, a counterbalance to absence...
Fragmentary reverberations, timeless. Translucent aurorae swimming in an unyielding query.
phosphorescent clarity beckons like lucid slumber.
hidden currents, currents unseen, and yet felt.
waves of memory: tactile, unrepeating.
depths of whim, profound for their fragility.