Luminous Reflections

Luminous tides roll beneath my eyelids, holding shadows that giggle in forgotten corners. Echoes climb the stairway of the mind, landing softly on clouds made of seafoam whispers. Can you hear them?

Sure, it's provincial puzzles that sprawl easier than myth lost in note pads:

• Do the stars breathe as the ocean winks?
• Was the mirror glowing before the sun spoke?
• If thoughts wear shells, will solitude unfurl?

Capturing prisms of air, my fingertips dance across the surface, tracing the outlines of destiny's fingerprints. Stories ripple in cycles like fishing nets tangled and tired, resting on morning shores.

Lost in Vibrations | Seashell Tankings