The solemn dance of the deep, where azure whispers curl upon themselves, bending the ear of time. In the stillness they sing, serenades to the unheeded shores, shrouded secrets told only in the language of salt and foam.
The sand, a parchment awaiting the ink of the waves. Celestial scrolls unfurled beneath moonlit eyes, the script of currents, forever looping, forever lost yet seeming ever close. The tide breathes like a sleeping giant, inhaling the world, exhaling wonder.
Ebb and flow—a heartbeat beneath the earth’s crust. Beneath the echoing roar of the last wave, lies a whispered promise, a silent vow to return. Missives from the ocean’s heart, intrepid and timeless, awash with love and silence.
Link to another sea shanty: Chant of the Oyster
Unravel the lore beneath the tides: Shells in the Sand