Dreams on the Water

The reflection of an ancient dream,
swims through sea foam and memories,
where time is lost in a whisper
and the swell guards unveiled secrets.
Among folds of foam and melancholy,
a face now faded appears,
an echo of visions never faint,
that slip away like dust between fingers.
The beating of the heart blends
with the rhythm of a distant past,
every crest an unreachable desire,
that shatters in the immensity.
And in the silence of this current,
the dream fades and is lost,
but a reflection remains, fragile and eternal,
of what the sea could never capture.