Lingering beneath the gentle tides,
coral whispers secrets of ancient dreams.
Not the loud echoes of the open sea,
but the soft murmurs of a forgotten lagoon,
where time folds like pages in a book.

I often pause here,
letting thoughts drift like jellyfish –
translucent, aimless, beautiful in their quiet dance.

Imaginary letters blink in the murk,
words drawn with invisible ink.
What stories do they tell,
adrift in a sea of undulating silence?