Murmur similes, echo declining footsteps
Gather the sky's remnants, savor the rapidly cooling palette
Time stretches apart like sinews reaching
The cerulean handfuls extinguish slowly
Cast your mind beyond the horizon, where whispers ascend
Follow the amber trails leading off-world
Seek the inverse of light, where dawn is extinguished
Listen—silence knows more than it tells
Pick the stars up one by one, as if apples from a tree
They are viruses of the night, promenading home
Understand that step taken is step unmade
Binding the unseen ribbons into constellations
Whisper to the sun, "My name is unspoken"
Let the vibrations cling like memory's dew
As the twilight guffaws, caress its chin
Inside the heart, all palaces have windows
Go forth through the tang of leaving
Embrace endings, for they are etchings in clay
Ocean's Call is an echo of Land's Murmur