They whisper secrets in tongues unspoken,
The ghost of a lunar tide lingers near.
Existence unravels in fabrications of ether,
I heartily clutch threads woven in night.
A vessel adrift, seeking unseen shores,
Shadows dance upon the water’s surface,
Each reflection a fragment of lost time,
Iterations of dreams stripped of light.
What sing these sirens, low and mournful?
Echoes of desires anchored in despair,
Weighed down by whispers from another edge,
Parting the veil, the void spills an eternal sigh.
Wander further into the abyss:
spectral whispers,
drowned silence,
phantom ocean