Wisps of Waters

The ancient murmurs of rivulets paint tales untold, whispers of the mirrored moon.

The guard of tides sings to the pebble, and binds time in watery hymn.

Litany of the Streams

Channels of forgotten dreams carve valleys, unseen form etched in silica silence.

Voices woven with brume, each droplet a keeper of shrouded truths.

Reflections in the Mist

Here is where the horizon bows to every ripple, ceding to the serenade of the waves.

When waters joined under the behest of stars, sanity flowed with them.

Grains of Sand

Connected, evermore, though unseen threads spin webs of crystal in the dawn light.