Among the echoing caves
Whales murmur destiny,
A chorus of futures unfurl.
Silent songs we drape on forgotten dreams,
Where currents weave time's riddle.
In the clockwork coil,
An abyssal mind stirs,
Threads of emerald light
Dance beneath the tide,
Crafting stories from whispers we no longer mute.
Turquoise shadows waning,
Melodies beyond the reach of sunlit men.
Tell me the rhyme of nomads of the deep,
Guardians of syrinx echoes
Spawning rivulets of memory.
Etched like ancient relics,
These webs of sound, unspooled
By whales whose hearts beat centuries.
What reins the journey,
Through pitch and aeolian caress?