Silent shadows dance in the fractured light,
Where the morning dew weeps crystalline farewells,
Footprints, fleeting constellations upon earth’s pulse,
Trace their stories in sand, never to return.
Echoes call from cavernous depths; a song unheard,
Weaving threads through whispers of twilight's sigh,
Where do they wander, these slumbering specters,
Along the corridors of time’s ever-unfolding veil?
Grains of past, like stars, lost in the cosmic embrace,
Hold tight to their secrets, lost to the present’s gaze;
Lament, oh ancient land, for the footsteps lead nowhere,
Into the void's gentle arms—they dissolve, they dissolve.
Discover more in the mist of whispers:
Echoes of Yesterday |
Cryptic Shadows
Return to the fading light below:
The Soliloquy of Souls