In twilight's embrace, where sand meets sea
The shark dons a hat, clutching time's fragile thread.
Secrets swirl like whispers in a forgotten forest,
Echoes of clangorous tides wrapped in solitude's wool.
The whispers are tangled, woven in silken symphony,
A dance of lanterns forgetting their flickers.
Fate, a seamstress with invisible needle,
Mends and unravels at the edge of dreams.
Underneath the brim, a pocket of dreams,
Where sunken tales float in amber pools.
The clutch remains, steadfast yet transient,
Holding the white sands of yearning, clinging to night.