A long time ago, the wind carried stories
of the lost, lonely lighthouse beyond the fog.
Little starfish would listen, and they
would giggle at old whispers in the sea.
These whispers called: "Come, with bites of bread,
explore the purple caverns, tickle the mermen's whiskers!"
Once, a boy named Sam
chased the seagull's laughter down
the stony path, but it only echoed
back pebble songs and a
golden seashell's "hello."
Dance there, it hummed,
with light that held secrets.
The circle of whispers.
When night pulls its sleepy blanket,
and all snails wear their tiny hats,
crabs tell tales of clouds who swim,
shining softly, they speak
the language of bubbles
and crystal stars.