The tide speaks in tongues we scarcely understand.
Echoes of lost vessels drift through yarns woven by the moon.
The ocean swells with tales untold, whispers curling
around dreams like seaweed clinging to coral.
Imagine a lighthouse that sings. Its beams
touch the horizon where dreams and reality,
woven in the loom of stars, find form.
Listen closely; the sea holds your breath in thrall.
Navigate to a distant horizon where sound meets
the ineffable. Every wave a measured heartbeat,
every drop a universe untethered, floating
on the edge of what is known.