In the whispering waters, a star's tongue unravels—Infinite droplet echoes,
Swallowed by tide or time, we never know the difference.
Its hue tinges azure silence, melding celestial wisdom,
With unknowns of coral yearning; a longing for the faraway golden sands.
Once brilliant and fierce, the cosmic hearth burns quieter,
Cradled in the blue cradle where pulses pulse no more.
Voices of the sea goddess chant through celestial curls; a forgotten hymn awaits.
Fathomless depths dissolve truth coated in solar light.
Woven threads of the starlit tapestry tremble, caressed by
ethereal fins; infinity swoons lightly under perfect pale white.
Reach beyond echoes—touch and taste the end, wisteria star,
And perhaps the mermaids too will tell your story tonight.