The Moon, the Sea, and the Stories Between

Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,

The restless tides still come and go.

Each wave, a tale it longs to weave,

Of nights that dreamers dare to believe.

The sea speaks low in whispered rhyme,

Of lovers lost in another time.

It hums of hearts that dared to trust,

Then turned to memories, deep in dust.

The moon leans down with tender grace,

Caressing tides in a warm embrace.

“I’ve watched them all,” the moon will say,

“Some choose to leave, yet long to stay.”

The sea replies with a patient tone,

“Some hearts return, some walk alone.

But every tear that finds my shore,

Becomes a pearl they’ll wear once more.”

Beneath this dance of night and foam,

We find the truth — we’re never home.

For home’s not walls, nor streets, nor land,

It’s where a soul will understand.

So if you drift where shadows hide,

And feel the pull of the turning tide,

Remember this — both wild and free:

The moon will guard, the sea will be.

Thanks for reading.❤️❤️❤️