Beneath the azure canopy,
where stars melt like memories,
echo the phantom footsteps,
tracing circles in sand-beaded time.
*
The tides beckon softly,
sirens of forgotten lore, whispers of the caribbean sun,
touching dreams lost in the currents to remind us
their lyrics unfurl with every enthralling wave.
*
Wander, heart's compass,
through these lifelines woven in silence,
chasing shadows cast by the moon's moonglow,
imprint lingering on the realms we dared to traverse.
* *
Somewhere between
the dusk and dawn,
lies a horizon
painted with echoes,
an ocean of dreams
tipping into reality
as the sands of time
disperse into endless
verses of waves.