Whispers of the Hidden Tides

In the quiet chambers of the heart,
the tides pull and push,
leaving echoes on forgotten shores.

Do you hear the footsteps, phantom as they are,
tracing lines in sand that will soon wash away?
Each step a story left untold, unwritten
yet etched into the fabric of what could be.

When the walls of silence build their fortresses
listen closely to their whispered secrets.
In shadows long after sunset,
truths linger, half-smiled, half-formed.

The ocean's breath,
a silent witness to our fleeting moments.
Touching the ephemeral edges of existence,
we find ourselves adrift,
part of the whisper, part of the tide.