Ink And Reason

The sea, a silent scribe, etches tales without cease,
Inkless whispers on parchment shores, a canvas of peace.
A mirage of infinity, where azure meets the skies,
A calm so profound, it's where the tempest lies.
May my spirit sail, on this tranquil, faux-infinite lease,
Mirroring the sea's charade, a masquerade of endless peace.