once wrapped in the ocean's embrace, singing spirits rest
echoes, drifting like feathers on a brisk morning quilt
shells-shell to shell, conversing in unheard tongues
Have you heard it before? The way the wind dances
Between the crevices of forgotten shells?
A silent orchestra playing notes made of sand and sea.
Listen close, lean in, you might catch a
Whisper of
Something extraordinary.
A listless stroll along the rim
of reality’s vast, vibrant shell
Encountering whispers in every stolen breeze