The Last Wave

A whisper rides the solar tide, Fading currents drift and glide. The boundary nears, a silent call, A final wave before the fall. The light grows dim, the pull is weak, A hush where once the stars would speak. Between the known and vast unknown, A tide that breaks, yet leads me home. One last wave, a fading breath, Drifting far beyond the depth. No return, no guiding trace, Just the echoes of this place. The winds dissolve, the currents cease, A hush that hums in endless peace. No golden light, no tethered line, Just empty space, yet still divine. The stars stand still, the echoes thin, A place where silence pulls me in. No push, no weight, no force remains, Just drifting through the boundless plains. One last wave, a fading breath, Drifting far beyond the depth. No return, no guiding trace, Just the echoes of this place. The winds collapse, the silence grows, A threshold where the cold wind slows. One step beyond, the past unwinds, Leaving all I've known behind. One last wave, a fading breath, Drifting far beyond the depth. No return, no guiding trace, Just the echoes of this place. No pull, no weight, no sound remains, A world beyond without a name. The final wave has passed me by, A whisper lost into the sky.