In the boundless caverns of the soul's horizon,
one finds the subtle whispers of oceanic hymns.
A canvas of water, suspended in the
delicate embrace of twilight's tender kiss.
The wind sings a sonnet,
a low murmur draped in stars,
where every droplet shares
its secret tales with the shore.
The mirror, unyielding and soft,
captures the unsung songs of
the ethereal waves,
forever reflecting, never revealing.
Passages carved from moonlight
guide the weary traveler through
a serenade of mirrored serenity,
where silence reigns as the fairest of queens.