Beneath the drift of unsung tides,
Where silence stitches its ethereal realm,
A crimson breath sails dim, in chains of stars,
Binding moonlit whispers in twilight wombs.
Whispered Dreams

The deep exhalation, warmed by ancient lust,
Coils quietly through spaces where secrets burgeon,
Whilst here, I drift served by crimson currents,
They thread dearly, crimson thread in rippling languor.
Echoes of Silence

A weave of quiet melody unfurls,
Simmer softly 'neath a ghost-helms tether,
Each drift a kissed reverie, furstroke of voids,
And I, a woven silence, cast in the threshold seafarer.
Scarlet Odyssey