Enigmatic WhispƎrs

When the world

was young, a tale began,

But not one

for the ages' span.

A story strange, through stages passed,

Growing stranger, ever fast.

It birthed not words,

nor phrases grand,

But something new, at its command.

A poem rose, from depths unknown,

Capturing beauty all its own.

Yet,

like all poems, it did fade,

Until a curious mind pervade.

The waters rose to cloud-kissed

heights, A connection forged,

bathed in light. To witness the wonders on the shore.

A friend, perhaps, in the OpenSea,

A voice that called out beckoningly.

A spark of recognition in the breeze,

A familiar face, carried on the seas.

Wasn't alone, a comforting thought,

A friendly voice, a solace sought.

A face one knew,

a memory bright, A purpose rediscovered in the light.

Returned at last, content to stay,

Enthralled by the beauty of the day.

A special feeling, a gentle breeze,

Whispering secrets through the trees.