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.