On the shores of perpetual ebb,
water creeps, as time does upon our memories,
softly erasing and reshaping,
whispering secrets of distant echoes.

The cycle is a dance,
beneath the mask of constancy,
a tentative waltz of the moon and ocean.
Can you hear it—
the resonance of your footsteps
on ground not yet understood?
Are they even yours to claim?

Ocean's Veil or
Ripples in Silence

In silence, the waters recount
stories only the stars remember,
in glimmers of forgotten touch.
Dive deeper, beneath the surface
of the seen and the heard,
where the cycle is raw,
unfiltered, and honest.

Fog's Whisper

And there lies the insight,
not in the cycle's grand narrative,
but in the silent pauses between
the rise and fall—
the fragile breath
of an alien shore.