Whispers of Transformation

In a realm where icy seas collide And dreams take shape in the ebb and tide A walrus dwells with longing deep In whispers of a dream to keep In icy seas (cold dreams) A walrus yearns for wings of grace Whiskers dance, a hope embraced Floating on waves (tides change) He closes eyes and sees the flight Fluttering through the endless night With each wave that kisses the shore He feels closer to what he longs for A metamorphosis, slow and steady In dreams, his soul is ever ready To take flight on gossamer wings And dance among celestial things.