Whispered secrets echo on the coral tides, where longing dances under bioluminescent sighs. In the silent cathedrals of azure, a ghostly touch remembers the warmth of hands that shaped the moon's gentle smile.
Do the shadows of lost limbs still carve pathways in the midnight ocean? Each thought resounds, a melody of heated currents tracing the heart's palimpsest. Are you there, where the ancient ships cradle their dreams?
Perhaps love is as constant as the sea's rhythm, a loop of fathoms deep with echoes spiraling known. And in your wake, I am a phantom too, reaching, composing verses with fingers of seaweed and light.