A whisper in the deep blue chambers,
Where time drifts like drifting sands,
An eternal heartbeat echoing through
The veils of aqua dreams.
Listen closely: the tremors speak.
Voices of ancients, beneath layers of liquid night,
Cradled by the soft embrace of stars' tears.
Here, in the ocean's quiet cradle,
The very pulse of existence resides;
A song unsung, yet deeply known,
By every soul that roams the waves.
Songlines of the Sea