The Whisperer's Dream

The wind carried tales
from forgotten dreams,
touched by the moth's brush
entwined in cosmic ash.

Fingertips twirling around incandescent knots,
conveying secrets only shadows might keep.
Past the veil of looping mist
whispering fragile echoes broken by time.

Apertures of time slip
as silent clocks tick
behind curtains of rain
offering untold guest secrets.

- Naveekshar's lull
lies beneath the pulse
of starlit echoes.
Glimpse... and then Twilight.