Gently they ripple, whispers under waves,
Echoes of silver in muted twilight hues.
In the realm of lost lyrics, they weave,
A tapestry, silent, yet loud, profound.
Heartbeats of the sea floors cradle souls,
Shells clashing, secrets held in quiet folds.
Sift through echoes wandering beneath sands,
Tidal truth submerges with astral hands.
The ocean mind, vast, with horizons unseen,
Weaves stories in currents, muted transparence.
Grains of thought adrift, pursuing light,
Crescendos of dreams whisper through the night.