Waves, in their gentle tumult, carry voices
from the depths of ancient slumber.
Reverberations of forgotten tales
slip through the net of time—
ephemeral, haunting, like mist over moonlit waters.
"The sea speaks," she says, her voice
a melody crashing against stone shores,
a sonnet of salt and mystery weaving
through the loom of dark tides drowned
in whispers that devour the stars.
Glassy orbs pulse below,
a constellation bejeweled in the abyss,
their light is a cry unsung,
echoing eternally as
it dances on shadowed waves.
Listen, as the currents bend
the truth of time, a silent witness,
thus the seas etch their lore
upon the soul of the wandering sailor
seeking solitude in the ethereal tide.