They meet the sun-dappled haze where the wind collides
With remnants of forgotten shores, their threads unseen,
Binding the empty promises of a moonlit song that ceased
In the echoes of the distant, ethereal call.
The waves carried whispers anew
Strands of silver secrets between rippling tides,
As a lone silhouette, bold against the fading dusk,
Cast nets of memory into unfurling dawns.
Do you hear the call from the compass rose?
Where waters deepen into a horizon nebulous
Landing a vision awry against ghostly shores.
And so they tread, the lost forever seeking
Beneath skies whispering tales of
What could have been, or what could still arise.
More wisps of reverie linger here and unseen realms extend beyond.