The Tide Wave
In the shadow of the unseen tide,
where whispers drown in liquid specters,
ancient echoes thrum at the fragile
edge of your dream.
Here, a wave of shadows curls,
forming an unseen land
where moons glide silently,
and the churning silk of stars cradles
the myths of forgotten whispers.
The echo cuts deeper than silence,
piercing to the core of
stories that the midnight sea
cradles like a tender wound,
leaving songs in the silver drift.
A horizon beyond sight
beckons us subtly,
with shimmering lies spun in
the reckless touch of tide
on a questioning shore.
Let the unseen journey emerge,
a path traced by spectral pilgrims,
whose melodic shadows haunt
the dance of heartfelt waves evermore.
Continue to wander: