In the lost corners
of the ocean’s gentle swell,
dreams once danced,
like silver fish in a turquoise tale.
Now they slide on hushed currents,
ticketless,
on a never-ending ride.
The moon, your shy friend,
tucks its smile beneath waves
it knows will curl
like laughing ghosts.
Tide, tide, come play—
let us find the shed tears
of yesteryear’s jellyfish,
strewn like little stars.
Play your laughter ripples,
let the murmurs echo wide
like whispering shells
telling secrets to sand.
Somewhere beneath
the brinest joy,
lies the sorrow’s scent—
burnt orange, like autumn’s ember.
Escape these currents:
dance among shadows at Shores: Evening Snap.
Or trace footprints to Sunsets: Whispering Dunes.