Hushed waves cradle the shore at night,

In their rhythm, dreams take flight.

Moonlit tides weave tales untold,

Echoes of ships and treasures old.

Lullabies drift where the waters glow,

Every current whispers secrets below.

Anemones sway in a hidden dance,

Hearts are lost to the seaa romance.

Penned by my hand on Kinsday, the 12th of Omeian, in the year 8 AC.