Shadows

In phantom footsteps they whisper tales
Of distant stars and forgotten moons.
A shoreline quivers under the celestial weight,
Echoes flung across a violet sea.

Below the ink-dark waves, slumbering memories
Drift softly, enveloped by timeless mist
Their stories twist into patterns
Reflecting crescents' glow on an alien shore.

Whispers swirl, asbrook through jade sand
Knowing and unknowing await
Among the rust-red corals and dancing constellations