Moon Dancing Through Sea's Wrinkles

In silence, a hidden face,
the moon grazes ancient waters,
a smile of silence, veiled by time,
that draws authentic breezes.
Among the creases of slow waves,
dazzling in its silent play,
its dance is a guarded secret,
among water whispers and dreams slowly away.
The sea’s wrinkled skin, a witness,
envelops the face, caresses it gently,
while the smile is lost within the foam,
an echo of a smile no one sees.
And so the moon, without words,
makes eternal its quiet dance,
in the embrace of deep waters,
a silent smile of hope.