In the moon's gentle pull, the ocean whispers.
Each cycle, a lover's sigh under velvet skies.
Tides bow, waltzing on edges of infinity,
Leaves drift like memories lost to the sea.
The world breathes here, and so do we.
Cascading thoughts, ripples on sand,
A symphony of salt and silence echoes on.
Each choreographed dip, a chronicle unwritten.
In waves' embrace, we find our essence,
The tide's arc a mirror to the heart's profound reality.