In the tapestry of sighs and mist,
A breeze whispers secrets unheard,
Footprints etched on whispers of time,
Trails meandering through thoughts unheard.
Beneath an absent sky where tones of azure play,
I wander paths that only virtuous hearts dared,
Paths where the call of the moon unravels,
Weaving tales of an eternity forgotten.
Hearken to the rustle of a hollow breeze,
Mirrored upon rippling pools of dreams;
They vanish, footprints leading to nowhere,
Silent chords in a ballad that plays endlessly.
Shadows dance to osculed echoes of yore,
Whisking the weary over silver strands twined;
Ah, lucent paths borne from reveries, eternal,
Bindring souls to worn tapestries unwound.
Follow beyond to the hidden signals and the dusk wanderings.
Let the absences fill your memoirs with crystalline whispers.