As the tide recedes, echoes dance on water's surface, memories entwined, mingling, buoyant, like sea foam lost in the currents of time, where thoughts glide infinitely, unmoor, and ripple through shadow-lit depths whispering songs of the ancient and forgotten.
Fragmented dreams spill, words disjointed, suffocating shipments from visions of yore, these murmurings seep into the sand, tricks of the light, sparking questions yet unasked: Do the waves remember the castaways, the echoes of laughter lost, drifting beside unrealized voyages? At dusk's patient breath, shadows contrast like lost chances, swept with each heartbeat.
Sink or swim becomes the mantra here,
nestling whispers amid creature comforts of dirt and sea,
recalling the time lost in the tides under constellations
silently mocking human plight; temporal gestures strung like pearls.
Shall we leap, stay afloat?