Shoreless seas gather beneath the ancient whispers,
tracing patterns of forgotten echoes.
Did you feel the tide, retreat, embrace, in silence?
Phantom limbs intertwine with the pull of the abyss,
where teardrops become tides hidden in brooks of longing.

Unwritten stars murmur to scattered clouds,
in the birthplaces of distant near-allusions.
Watch as they crawl across the sky like poems
evolving from silhouettes of an unheard night.

Perhaps you saw them—repeating dreams,
stitched together by trembling gales.
Reach out through the pane of perception,
and touch the remnants of an invisible message.