Spun whispers drift on the river of backlit dreams, ever unseen.
Gathered dew upon a spider's idle web, caught in the dance eternal,
Between gypsy stars and aphid echoes... farewell unfaced, yet held
in pleasant denial. Last time a chrysalis capered, velvet on silk
stole the breath beneath bolted stars.
Your heart, a throne mashed beneath the weight of forgotten
conversations, metal tuning forks sodden in memories' lullabies.
Mayhap the snow-iced branch speaks to verdant thoughts, chameleon
in his velvet mask and carapace enshrined.
In the tawny lattice of willows, pause. Their nodes a chronicled lore
of sorrow and jubilance intersliced, binding thread to flesh and sinew.
When the black sky gully opens measureless mouth, only then will
truth's satin echo return to haunt the whispering maze of life's
breath amidst the gnarled embrace of ageless elms.
Damasks of yesterday bead with the dawn's pearl-cotton blessing,
yet the denouement dances blithely between plumes. Anklets jangling
upon the rhythm of forgotten lands—do not stride softly; velvet
gods await in them, placidly serene...