When the stars fade to whispers across the distant shore, there lies a midnight sea,
soaked in the embers of time. Here, amidst the heart's yearning echoes, the truths unfold,
muted melodies drift with a fierce gentleness, and my voice ricochets across the void,
igniting silhouettes of forgotten silhouettes with every word.
These are the memories formed in clandestine ballrooms of the sea,
where crashing waves mold our symphonies into ephemeral sonnets.
There swims a courage beneath the surface; a torrent of fearless intuition,
for the heart knows no bounds nor drifting vessels, only maps composed of our intertwined past.
The kisses exchanged at the edge of silence hum a haunting tune,
revealing shadow dances cloaked in vivid crimson and pervasive gold.