Upon an ocean, stars set sail,
emissaries of the night, drifting softly,
carried by whispers of forgotten legends,
in dreams of echoes.

Beneath their glow, the gyre of silence,
waves of lucent darkness unfurl,
spectral tides never touched by land.
Echoes wander, tetherless,
searching for constellations in hidden memories.

Boundless porcelain relics,
floating on gentle heartbeats, swell.
The unseen sea hums a lullaby,
to stars that know not their hearth.
Kythera listens,
adrift in the cadence of old sonnets.