Upon the echoes of a silent, rolling tide,
the stars weave dreams in the language of waves.
A dance of luminescent whispers
cast adrift in the velvet sea of night.
Listen—to the sighs of the celestial winds,
the murmurs of constellations lost to time.
Each breath, a secret enfolded in silver mist,
ripples through the cosmos to touch the earth.
Beneath the waters, where light seldom treads,
the hidden currents cradle the dreams of the deep.
They carry voices, soft as stardust, brushed against
the skin of eternity, a languid, celestial hymn.