The whispered winds carry tales,
Of ancient mariners lost in time,
Their songs linger, tilting at eternity,
Memories crafted without rhyme nor reason.
Beneath the moon's halo,
Shadows dance upon forgotten shores,
A melody only heard by the stars,
Polyphonic, elusive as dawn.
In the twilight’s embrace,
Echos of an echo's echo,
Rippling through the hidden valleys,
Where silence itself sings aloud.