Obsidian Tides

The shore draws back its breath, leaving scattered glass and bruised shells upon the dampened sand, where moonlight cuts a silver path into the dark expanse.

I trace the water's edge, feeling the hum of ancient currents vibrate through the earth, a slow and heavy pulse that knows no ending.

Out there, beneath the surface, forgotten ships sleep in quiet cold, their wooden bones surrendered to the salt and the deep, waiting for the morning light.