Delusion of Wandering Ships

In this quilted silence, a hushed homage to the ephemeral ballet of ships, a deluge in the choreography of starlit navigation, weaves a dreamscape. The air, an unspoken covenant, wraps around the wistful sighs of unseen sail and tethered life.

Where mariners whisper unknowable truths into the cavernous void of what was never dared, the ships tumble as silhouettes against the vanishing horizon. Echoes of adrift tales ride the currents as mere phantoms of storied voyages. Oh, the solace of solitude in the abyss, where each vessel cradles the lullaby of – perhaps clandestine – celestial harbors.

Shall I follow, they say, the cadence of dreams unfolding upon painted waters? Or must I remain, treading the lines of ink traced softly upon the parchment of dusk?

Into the Echoes Theory of Whispers Clandestine Tides