Tides of Eternity

Beneath the whispering waves, where time dissolves, A figure stands, a vision in white, Her gown a cascade of dreams, a flowing tide, A symphony of silk and shadow, pure and bright. The cliffs, ancient and weathered, cradle her form, Their rugged embrace a testament to time. Her gaze, serene yet piercing, holds the soul, A silent call to the depths, to the infinite chime. The sea, a mirror of her grace, reflects her calm, Its waves a dance of memory and hope. She stands as a bridge between the earth and sky, A guardian of the past, a promise of the new. In her presence, the world slows, the heart finds peace, For she is the eternal, the timeless, the free. A beacon of hope, a whisper of the divine, In the tides of eternity, she sets us free.