Within shells, whispers lodge
Sand-seeded stories lapse and slumber,
Ocean dreams—a siren's fog:
drift quietly here.

Beneath the water-skin
Mirrors unfurl, biding the requiem.
The pulse, undaunted,
Dares to echo invisible horizons.

Time shrinks into pearls;
Ghost tides weaving words across
Ancient trenches, weaving addresses
To no-one and all.