The echoes of forgotten tides
Linger where the sun dips into the horizon,
A shoreline path, woven by whispers
And the silent dance of the moonlit waves.
Once, a dream floated by, like driftwood,
Shaped by the currents of the untold seas,
Telling stories in the language of dusk,
Etched in the sand by a tide that remembers all.
Wander along paths less traveled,
Where each footfall is a note in the song
Of an ocean's lullaby, gently rocking
The cradle of stars upon the night sea.
Seek the wood that dreams of flight,
And listen to the tales of the shore
In the rustling silence of a whispering breeze,
As it traces the melody of an unseen path.