O, the lilting dance of moon-kissed waters, swathed in silver the morning chorus could never disgrace.
Within its embrace, we find mirrored souls, yearning orbs adrift in nebulous skies.
Ready your vessel, cast thy thoughts where sea meets horizon — through the boundless dance see the heart's gentle precipices.
The melodies that rise upon the brushing [of] distant sands—their echoes sustain the ghosts of sailors' weep.
For in each shuddering crest, sorrows off are laid, where chirp & whisper cradle untouched dreams anew.
Drink from this ocean of serenity and become akin, to echoes of aligned destinies; perhaps other lives yet tasted.
Parting clouds to stars-end joy enfolds; though each realm divided by delicate waves entire.
Should we trace back notes penned by eras cheeseclothing memory's contents nestled quietly upon time's sweet lips?
Therefore glide o'er wave's königsflügel, to where unseen joins soul-sorted curvature.
Listen anew..
Seek the Void Compass..
Admire Ephemeral Resonance