Echoes of Forgotten Shore
Beneath the languid sun,
silent crickets weave the dusk.
An old wharf sighs,
stories of boats long departed,
their ghosts tangled in the ripples.
Once, the laughter of seagulls
lit the air like wind-chimes in dreams.
Now, just whispers echo.
A boat with no name rocks gently,
cradling secrets in its hollow belly.
Moonlit Desires
In moonlit silvers,
where the horizon meets the water,
a lone figure stands.
With arms outstretched to the stars,
they gather dreams scattered by dawn.
Do you remember,
the lullabies sung by fishermen's wives,
the lull of the tide,
echoing through empty hulls,
waiting for the songs to mend their sails?