Oceanic Mind

Whispers of the tide
curling within dreams
like hidden shores

Beneath stormy skies, a lone thought drifts,
tangled in currents of time
and memory,
remembers the touch of forgotten waves.

The sea's elders breathe softly here,
their murmurs echoes of
tranquil storms.
Each drop a mirror,
each gust a question.

Somewhere, a pearl thrives
deep in the silken embrace of shadowed thoughts,
an answer yet unasked.

Distant shores call,
their light refracted through
the minds prism
a kaleidoscope of tides.