As whispered dreams cascade through twilight waters,
the soul finds solace in the gentle undulation of time.
Each pulse a memory forgotten, refracted and repeating,
like the echo of a heart's longing in the fathoms of the mind.
Amidst cerulean veils, we wander lost, yet found,
under currents that dance with moonlit grace.
Here, words become mere ripples,
olive and opal trails across a boundless sky.
Bubbles of thought rise—tinkling, silent orbs,
carrying whispers from the deep.
Should one be brave enough to dive,
treasures of truth await cradled in the sand of oblivion.