Muted hearts and cotton candy skies, awaiting the sweet summer rain in the silence of midnight whispers, to shout before the sunset ends.
Waves of time tugged the souls where the heavens awaits them, as they sing by the drums and the trumpets of the sea.
The disarray of our worlds and the crossing of our souls, entangled in this winding mess, chaos brought us in here.
The coastline was once covered by mangrove trees and nipa palms along the brackish rivers.
Sacred stone down the lonely bay, singing chants of underwater tones.
Tepid strums in sedated tempo, dancing with sea breeze.
Sailing through the menacing waves where sea ghosts dine in sailor's souls.