Deep below the conscious foam,
echoes of yesterday's dreams linger.
Through azure tendrils, memories dance,
pirouetting in tides of introspection.
A shell glimmers with forgotten stories,
hollow and ancient, holding secrets.
Silent ripples resonate from within,
tender threnodies sang by the sea.
In these depths, a clock unwinds,
stainless and immovable, yet molten warm.
Grains of sand fall like ages into silence,
imprinting stars upon the ocean's skin.
Boundless and restless is thine voyage,
traverse credits in stars, swim beyond hours.
Listen to the Echoes
Unravel the Currents