Echoes Upon the Driftwood

Undercurrents dance,
luminous vines of the ocean's breath,
lapping against the ancient woods.
Fragments of your laughter, caterpillars of moonlight,
twirling in the dark cradle.
Did you feel? A heart cascading, like silver waves— calling.

In every whisper, there's a shiver of molten stars,
captured in soul's glaive—an odyssey beneath your echo.
O souls, adrift, seeking solace
in the marrow of emeralds, where pulse meets tide.

When dusk sweeps,
The membranes glow,
revealing caverns untouched by silky years.
Illuminated fables of glacial forgottenness,
where footsteps nourish the aura... Reflect on the light—enter the drift.