The Celestial Tide

The stars beneath the ocean's surface,
whisper secrets of forgotten realms.
I stroll along the shore of time,
where echoes of silence hum.

Out here, riddles drift like phantom ships,
anchored in the space between breaths.
Each wave a syllable, coded within finite waves,
flowing back to the galaxies behind our eyes.

Do you hear the cosmic tide calling?
its melody is woven with unspoken dreams,
as shadows dance in the light of stars,
lost tunes within a universe of their own.