Shadows dance upon the waves,
where every ripple breathes a lullaby.
Stars drift like forgotten memories,
weaving tales in the silken sky's tapestry.
Whispered secrets, echoes of a bygone spring,
lost in the fragrance of magnolia blooms.
You are the thunder in my heart,
the distant call of tides aching to know the shore.
A glance, a brush of fingertips,
like the fleeting touch of a wisp of smoke.
Here, in the resonance of silence,
I hear your laughter echo through the stars.
The moon clings to the ocean's edge,
illuminating paths I dare not tread alone.
Yet how I long to follow those shimmering echoes,
to dance in the ripples of a dream not yet dreamt.