Skybound feathers, drifting
on the breath of distant shores.
Stars blink, a starlet dance
upon the surface—messages lost
in time's liquid embrace.
The currents sing a lullaby
to the wayward light;
ahead, the horizon flickers
like a sleeping ember.

Threads of galactic tapestry unfold,
knit by a thousand celestial hands.
Beneath the skin of the eternal sea,
lies the constellated path of
moments unspoken.
Here, the night breathes,
a solitary pulse in the void.