Times and Tides

Ebbing whispers, drifting echoes,
the gilded voice of a crescent moon.
Through silver rivulets, the ancients listen,
to the heartbeat of perpetuity.

In steel splendor, the titan bequeaths
passages wrought of forgotten gales,
carved upon the horizon's edge,
in rusted trills and fervent sighs.

A dance of galaxies choreographed
upon the sands, beneath tidal symphony.
Cacophony woven into a sonnet,
sung by the silken dawn.

Legacy of molten dreams aspiration,
as flowing time returns to its cradle,
kissed by the alchemy of swells,
where cosmos treads the silver line.