Turtle Heart, Wise and Old

Wandering slow with the emerald glows. A thousand years in your shell,

you hold whispers of waves where the lost ones roam. But you keep

your heart like a silent stone. Moonlight draws on your patterned spine.

Tracks in the sand like a fading line. Carrying home through the shifting

brine. No path ahead but the long decline. The ocean sings

a hollow tune. Of sunken gold and a buried moon. You wear your

armor like a tomb. Oh, oh turtle heart,

so wise and old. Swimming through time in a shell so cold.