Soft Auroras

In the deep where tides murmur and shadows bleed,
The soft aurora's kiss graces the nameless forms,
A cathedral of whispers, hidden in cove's embrace.
Here lies the essence of things unsaid, suspended,
Between the flicker of stars and the shallow breath of the sea.

Pulsing... Like a heartbeat, erratic and distant,
This reflected consciousness—swallowed by ocean's breath,
Sifts through the bones of galaxies lost to silence.
Joy, an unwelcome ghost, lingers in the frozen tides,
It comes, it goes; a moth drawn to cosmic flame.

Beneath the velvet glow, shadows convene, whispering secrets,
Memories etched in the fabric of dark currents:
Sleepwalkers in the mist of auroras—silent moving specters,
Their eyes glisten with the stories of once-fractured stars.
Echoes vibrate on the edge of dreams, fleeting yet profound.