Writers 
Beyond the edge of waking dreams, where ancient shadows gently fade,
A quiet kingdom wakes and gleams beneath the willow's woven shade.
The silver moon climbs high and bright, casting a spell of pure delight,
Across the surface of the deep, where weary world begins to sleep.
The ocean breathes a steady sigh, beneath the vast and velvet sky,
With every crest that rises tall, a whispered echo seems to call
To distant shores and hidden caves, where secrets sleep beneath the waves.
The night wind hums a gentle tune, in rhythm with the watching moon,
A melody of time and space, of boundless depth and timeless grace.
Upon the sand, a footprint lies, beneath the watchful starry skies,
A fleeting mark of human grace in such a wild and lonely place.
Yet nature cares not for the trace, but sweeps it with a soft embrace,
Returning shore to pristine art, as beating pulse to quiet heart.
The constellations wheel above, like silent sentinels of love,
Guiding the sailor on his way through darkest night to dawning day.
And as the hours slowly turn, the steady fires of wonder burn,
Within the deep and quiet mind, leaving all worldly noise behind.
For in this stillness, pure and grand, away from every busy land,
We find the truth that whispers low: that all we need is time to grow,
To breathe the cool and salty air, and cast away each anxious care.
So let the shadows softly fall, and hear the midnight ocean call,
A boundless world of blue and night, bathed in a pure celestial light.
For morning waits with golden gleam, to wake us from this starlit dream,
Yet in our hearts, the peace will stay, until the turning of the day.
