Beneath the sullen waves, the heartstrings twine like seaweed tangled amidst the steady tide. An echo reverberates—a sonorous call, loving and melancholic, as if wistful sirens sung their ballads of days forgotten. Here, at the shore's tender lip, where the ocean custodian whispers eternal secrets into my eager alabaster ear, I find myself gently submerged in variegated depths.
The winds carry portraits long past, stories encapsulated within glass frames of a battered captain's mirror. Passion's tempest, relentless and unwavering, molds me as molten sand beneath the careful, firm caress of cascading waves—an art only felt yet invisible to those without the eyes to see illusions unfold betwixt passion's fervor and tranquil surrender.
Who haunts this reflective abyss but those we love imprinted indelibly upon an endless skin of this life's unfathomable depths? A glance through to another time, another love, leading me far away to shores untold yet forever known. Silence beckons—soft, sonorous, eternal sighs summon my restless core as an invite you may chance to follow... a shiver's yearning.