Underneath the currents, the sea horses dream,
their scales glint with memories of sunlit prisms,
lush kelp forests cradle the whims of a clockwork mind.
A metallic tick echoes through liquid corridors,
heartbeat of ocean, pulse of forgotten chronicle.
Every tick an echo, each echo a ripple,
calling the wandering thought from its sandy tomb,
winds hushing the ocean's lie – that time stands still
amidst these cobalt bastions, the kingdom of undulation.
Will you follow the whisper of a sea horse,
tumbling in its gyre dance under the moon's watch?
Their soft, silent songs carried on the swell,
meridian dreams, diving deep beneath the crest.
Navigate to dreams vague as dawn silhouettes,
embracing the shoreline with an embrace that knows no end.