Upon the cerulean crest of sleep's delicate sonnet,
whispers of ethereal tides weave through the starlit expanse.
Listen close, for the murmurs carry secrets longer than time,
and of dreams unspoken, they plead their wistful serenade.
In the night where silence births osseous lullabies,
I embarked amidst the reverberant currents of slumber's embrace.
With every indecipherable echo, grains of sable sand told stories,
to the albatrosses that dared wheel about the ivory moon.
Echoes of remembrance ring, hauntingly sweet,
casting a lavender hue over the memories untold.
The whispers of distant shores and forgotten echoes sing,
in ballets of flickering shadows cast by the fireflies of yore.
Should you wish to delve deeper into the tide's enchanting embrace,
stretch your hand towards these whispered arches:
Murmuring Silhouettes |
Songs of Another Time