Vigilant Beneath the Waves

The tempest whispers, slow and deep,
defending dreams concealed beneath the sea,
a voice unseen, yet felt,
a legacy of storms and hidden quiet.
In its roar, a murmur of secrets,
cloud shadows that serve as shield,
protecting the heart that rests and dreams,
within the folds of a submerged and true world.
And when the sky calms, silent,
the whisper remains, guardian of desires,
faithful keeper of hidden corners,
until the wind makes itself heard again.