Ocean canvas where solitude finds
its broken mirror.
Whispered secrets arise
from beneath the eternal
blue breath.

What do we know of the depths?
Each shell on the shore
tells a tale—both
profound and absurd.
Listen closely,
for the ocean is
a historian
of silent truths.

The tide knows no boundaries
nor time itself.
Cradling the unmade future,
the whispers repeat,
almost in prayer.
Are we but ripples,
in search of home?