Intertidal Dreams

Slide in, oh silent stars,
witness the tide's secret dances
as grains of time slip
through the interstice of tide pools.

In this liminal place,
where moonlight tangles with the sun’s residue,
the stars only howl what they won't remember.
Each whisper is a sonnet of absence.

And beneath the surf's lullaby,
the forgotten echoes beckon,
naked and unadored.
The shore sings back in a croon of chill embrace.

Follow the tide’s breath:
Starry Undertow | Whispers of Sand