In the deep, the world speaks softly,
a tumbling cascade of secrets
scrawled in the syllables of fish
and ink from the dripping stars above.
Echoes of older times play on
the remnants of coral tales,
faint as a dream, vivid as the
dance of light on hanging kelp.
Do you hear it?
the elusive murmurs entwined
with tides and moonlit reflections?
Follow them, beneath the breathing waves.
Like the whispers of time
holding echoes of names
forgotten amidst waves
calling out to those
who know
where to listen.