Where the sky kisses the sea
In the twilight hours when the sun and horizon embroil in a tender embrace,
the unseen shores await
an epitome of silence woven with the threads of longing.
Gentle flutters of breeze carry unspoken words, past the silent dunes,
laced with tales only the heart can hear.
Hands, as fragile as dreams, trace
echoes of laughter that spill like
stardust upon the midnight waves.
The unseen shores breathe a melody, melodic yet hushed,
a symphony of shadows and light.
Therein lies the realm of what could be,
painted in the hues of unfulfilled desires
and tender caresses of the morning mist.
Come, wander the shores unseen, where time loses meaning
and silence speaks volumes.