Born, they said, in orchestra of clouds and thunderous reverie,
witnessed the sweet flight from heavens, a final dive, a splashy affair.
Do you remember? the ocean whispered, gobbled my essence,
the city's glow masked my luminous dance.
Every puddle a mirror,
Each reflection—ephemeral lights ensnare the night,
mocking the bright rain-kissed radiance beneath,
hastening like us, but with a lesser fate—
a tickle of transient delight painted in irony.
My kind, they sigh bittersweet tales—
boundless horizons, oceans' embrace,
until evaporation's cruel mirth steals away.
Ah, to be an ephemeral light!
Flickering with purpose, illuminative grandeur.
In pools of city dreams, we fragment, reflect,
contemplate luminous banter,
linking destinies though separated by
mere moments—a drop, a laugh-blink bubble.
But alas, tomorrow the sun's grin,
the sky's duets pulling me, dissolving me,
yet for now—
I am here, I am light, I am... voyages/echo_of_tides.html.