Whispered upon the shore, where sand surrenders to the wave,
a tale as old as the drifting clouds—a sonnet in the saline air.
The gulf’s edge cradles the dreams of sunlight, whispering high above,
like secrets knitted by the breeze, tracing patterns on the sea's skin.
Each crest a syllable, each trough a pause,
scripted by the tides, where the universe hums.
A serenade of soft hues; golden droplets dancing,
cascading down the tongue of a distant dusk.
Do the moon's echoes know these verses, shining in heaps of silver?
When the horizon bows, does the horizon remember?
Sing with me the refrain,
let’s venture to where the luminous currents meet.
Here, amid the sunlight’s embrace,
we find scattered fragments—tiny epiphanies,
tales held loosely in the palm of destiny,
waiting to unfurl in the approve of each heartbeat.