The sea spoke to me in dreams
A language forgotten, lost to
mortal tongue but deeply known
to senses attuned to the dim light of moons.
In its grasp, there lies silence
and echoes of tempest mirages
weaving truths and riddles alike
beneath the surface blue's exceeding lull.
Stand, one with fate, near the rock
where stars whisper to vagrant tides -
wait, *listen*, for the waters carry
tales your soul unearths under shrouded skies.