As the shoreline dims, echoes of yesterday murmur in the fading spray.
The stones remember footsteps not their own, etched into silence.
Beneath the surface of the heart, the tide forgets to forget.
In a time not bound by calendars, the fishermen spun tales
of oceanic pulses that dictated shifts of life and the unseen dance
of stars holding their breaths above unseen depths.
Unfathomable secrets
Seeping
Through the ripples
Cry silently