Beneath the lunar whispers, the ocean sighs,
as veils of silk slide, retreating in gentle submissions.
A reflection sings between drained moons, divining
the resonance of start and finish[1].
They say the tide speaks in languages lost,
echoing long-limbed fishes’ dreams.
A tide carves absence into curls of presence,
burying audibly the secrets that shoreline keeps[2].
The moon, bashful in grey cups, rides its own
reflective tale, painting echoes of tides
that stem from silent emissaries, choreographers of water.
Sound softens the bonds of shadowed stone to liquid design[3].
[1] Waters of Syllabic Distress - By Unknown Cartographer, The Lost Atlas of Oceanic Realism
[2] The Semiotic Rippler - Anonymous, Shadows and Shores
[3] Emissaries in Moonlight - Whispered Words of the Abyss by Adriana Lune