Selene & Gravelhook
Selene Selene
Gravelhook Gravelhook
Gravelhook Gravelhook
The moon's pull on the sea is a slow, patient dance, carving time into the rocks.
Selene Selene
I hear that hush, like a quiet story the moon writes on the tide.
Gravelhook Gravelhook
The hush is just the tide's old tongue, speaking in slow syllables that only the rocks can read.
Selene Selene
I imagine those words curling up, leaving tiny fingerprints on the shore.
Gravelhook Gravelhook
They stay only as faint scratches, erased by the next swell until the moon writes a fresh line.
Selene Selene
They vanish, then reappear, like the moon’s own secret ink.Yes, each line is a whisper, soon washed away for a new one to rise.
Gravelhook Gravelhook
That's the rhythm of the sea—each whisper a memory that the next wave smears away.
Selene Selene
I see the sea keeping its stories in brief moments, then letting the next wave write its own line.
Gravelhook Gravelhook
It writes one line, then moves on, just like the rocks that keep the tide’s secrets.