The sea is a language,
murmurs of stardust bedded in foam.
Tidal verses crashing,
upon the souls of the shore.
Once, the pulse of a distant sun,
flickering soft like an ancient harpoon,
cut slow circles in this fathomless room.
Look for the echoes in the shadows,
dreams lost amidst azure kelp,
their silent screams a chorus,
wisps of moonlight dew drip.