In the shell's embrace, a resonance
Looping, like echoes in the deep
Remember when the sea danced,
Sliding over the silent grains.

Memories are threads spun by mist
Each cry of the gull, a muted tremor,
The shell has secrets, stories untold,
They loop in circles, silently bold.

Listen.
Listen beneath the cobalt cradle,
Where whispers coil into song,
Some say they are thoughts of storms,
Others, dreams of landlocked boats.

"Dream in turn," spoke the tide,
To sands that never shatter,
A lullaby weaving through twilight,
Shadows speaking louder than matter.

Dare you open the echo?
Find the sonnet in the swirl,
Touch the breath of forgotten waves
And let memory unfurl.

Seek here: reflections in the dew
Or wander: sea of secrets