Moonlight Dreams

In the velvet embrace of night, I drift beneath an ocean of stars, where dreams dissolve like whispers; half-formed thoughts unspooled in silken moonbeams, where depths become memories. The tides of reflection pull at my very essence; shadows flicker, and the weight of silence fills the void, lasting and endless.

Floating through the brume where stars melt into salt, a murmur echoes, fragile as gossamer lace. Who speaks beneath the water? What wisdom yields amidst the currents we fear? The ink on the page bleeds into the past, where shadows become shapes dripping with longing—a dance of fishes amid the cacophony of echoes.

Each wave, a heartbeat; each pulse, a question. Are we the mermaids of our narratives, entangled in stories told beneath starlit arches? The moon, a silent witness, guiding us through those currents, illuminating the starlight in our eyes. Do I dare to dream as deeply as the tides whisper?

An ebbing thought lingers—what lies below the calm surface? The reflection of what could be, mirroring the unexplored depths, waiting for the courageous heart willing to plummet down the rabbit hole where fantasies frolic and desolation looms. Will you follow?