The silence of the deep can be louder than the tempest.
Each echo a memory carried by the water, unseen yet felt
in the marrow of bone, waking from slumber in peace.
Do whispers true touch your essence kindled by gravity,
or are they shadows embracing by heart's desire?
Dive profoundly into pools reflecting echoes unsounded.
Explore awake yet dreaming, bathed in azure whispers.
Speak to the leviathans dwelling within shrouded chambers
of mind where mood sways unheard like blades dressed with starshine.
Facing suns encased by tides curious glows asking silently––
What moves without milieu destroying past perceptions?
Lapping against the subconscious shore, this still upheaval
asks quietly––where do surface thoughts go when night breathes
life upon the crystalline surface? Within myriad sunbeams,
captured in splendor precarious truth in part veils errors
feeling in erroneous light shadows lap, jealously breathing.