Draped in the perfume of yesteryears,
paths once traveled by shadows of light —
Your name etched in grainy recall.
By the oceans that spun in silver hues,
ripples sigh into history,
whispering secrets in forgotten tongues roots speak.
Footprints linger in dew-kissed dawns,
maps of softness lie strewn across
horizons braided with dreams unsaid.
I cup the fragments of time with weary palms,
weaving tapestries from stray constellations,
scattered across the mundane, our invisible song.
Playful ether dances upon this frost,
embraces lingering warmth cast from
fires glowing within tender reveries.