Whispers of the tide caress the thoughts
Alight upon the rim of foreign dawns
Beyond the curtain of the waking sun,
Where shadows converse with the broken stars.
Footfalls rights an uneven hymn
Through grains that have no memory,
Only the solace of unending break.
Here, the cycle defies celestial rites.
Follow the drift of ancestral shells,
Each a vessel of unknown waters,
Curved in aeons, soaked in silence,
Unmasked tales of the duskbound realm.