In the heart of the silent sea,
where shadows drip like whispers,
and dreams are buoy-like upon the surface.
Do you fear the echo's return,
the rebound of your own thought,
ringing across the vast emptiness?
- What lies beneath the calm,
the relentless pulse of unknown desires?
- Can sound cradle light,
or do they battle in this oceanic embrace?
Like a sonar's gentle caress,
we probe the depths of being,
awaiting the coral truth hidden below.
Reverberate, reverberate...
Journey through the night,
echo this wisdom to brighter shores:
Whalesong in Crimson Oceans.
Or chase further into darkness:
Luminescent Whirl of Abstractions.
Beyond the sonar's reach,
lies our ungraspable sonnet,
adorned with phosphorescent sighs.