The cadence of subterranean pearls
carved in the song-rooted murmuration.
Every unsung hymn a tether to dreams,
they cascade like forgotten winds,
stitching halos around echo-formed nights.
Moments linger at the ocean’s rim,
vessels made skeletal in moonshine.
Lo, we dance upon absent constellations
where the stars hum to the frantic silence,
a melody codified in waves of pearlescent hue.
Upon the threshold of beginnings unspoken,
the thrum of ethereal elegies resonates
through labyrinth corridors of selkie-soul,
adorning stillness with transient cadence
as the tide of eternity tolls softly.