The tide ebbs and flows, a faithful confidant.
In whispered breezes, a voice, or is it mine?
Trapped in the brine of memory, I wander with fishes—
fading luminescence beneath starlit waves.
A seabird's cry, a call to what never was.
Shadows form and break, dancing amidst the iridescence.
Oh, the sea calls, I answer with silence,
for the heart knows no compass, but its own.
The deep sings, resonates through coral dreams,
the anchor of hope, rusted and forgotten.
And as the sun sinks, marooned on the horizon,
I become one with the cadence of the ocean.