Oceans Unremembered

The tide remembers. It curls and fades, echoing lost chapters. Beneath, stories untold murmur. There's solace in standing at the edge, where thoughts like grains slip silently.

You spoke of everything and nothing. Winds laugh dragging the hints along, mocking certainty. Cancelled journeys ebbed away with the seafoam’s fringe.

Breezes that Forgot – whispering like the softest scripts imagined.

Underneath the opaque eternity, dreams weave, awaiting exhalation... Is the horizon a guardian of dreams or a sentinel of forgotten intentions? To that end, seekers rest upon monolith conversations.

Paths through Fog – any can lead home or astray, carvings upon sand reflect.

Your voice etched into ripples, singing inconsequential melodies. Verses immortalized in the shell’s echo never discarded, always reminiscent.