In the quiet resonance of the ocean's hymn
there lies an undulating truth,
a timeless dance of the aqueous world.
Waves, whisperers of forgotten journeys,
carve silent stories on the shores of our being.
Beneath their rhythmic lineage lies
an analysis forgotten by time
—an inquisition of existence
that resounds in the hollow of each crest.
What do they whisper beneath the starlit gaze?
A question posed by the depths,
a reflection cast upon ephemeral shapes.
The tide, it seems, knows no master.
Shall we not mirror its detachment,
its persistence through arbitrary shores?
Touch upon other narratives of the silent arcs:
Finite Waves
Philosophical Tides
Whispers of the Sea