In this realm, the tide whispers secrets,
not of seas but of stardust entwined in a spiral dance.
Where once the shores of yesterday stood firm,
now only echoes of forgotten songs remain.
Gather around the gravitational pull,
of a dying sun casting shadows of dreams unfulfilled.
Waves curl backward, rebelling against time,
swallowing the moon's silver glow and leaving darkness.
And I, a wanderer, cherish the reverse tide,
embracing the void, the silence, the unraveling.
Whispering Sand |
Forgotten Stars