In the dusk, where shadows weave secrets
The ocean breathes, whispering between heartbeats,
Each wave paints a sonnet in hues unseen,
Threads of memory drenched in soft gold droplets.
“Time is a lover, yet to embrace—
Cradled amidst glistening grains of infinity,
We intertwine our essence with forgotten echoes,”
Spoke the tide, half-remembered kisses.
Tangle me, oh mystery borne of salt and warmth;
Hold the elusive oaths of soon-to-be; now,
Projected through prisms of unpassed moments,
Little flares of sapphire shimmer in the depths.
If I could reach beneath the veils of water,
Graze by your side, trembling like morning mist,
Would our laughter sail beyond the horizon?
Castaways of longing, bound to each other.