The ocean breathes under a mirror sky,
Whispers carried in frothy foam break,
Each crest a word,
Each trough a secret.
From the depths comes the siren's call,
It reverberates through liquid dreamscapes,
Echoes of ships long past,
Guided by mere shimmering thoughts.
Waves compose sonnets in salt encrusted languages,
Glistening verses lost to the winds...
Below, in the abyss, lies the library of Atlantis,
Whose pages turned by time adrift, remain.