The Shift

There was once a story
washed ashore
by forgotten tides.

Empty shells
whispered secrets
of an unclaimed dawn.

Someone spoke of
an orange sky,
a hum
of sand between dreams.

Voices inside the waves
never listened
to the empty vessels
they called home.

Reclaim a future,
bricks in ocean salt
breathe
and break apart.

Whispering Halls Memories of Echo From the Shore