The moon sings
when shadows gather in circles.
Soft whispers float like
autumn leaves over a forgotten dream.
Echo of silence.
Grains of time
lost to the wind's kiss,
unite under the
silent vigil of stars.
Veil of echoes.
In corridors
of light and mist,
they wander,
singing the forgotten art.
Whispers of futility.
Bind the words
in twilight breath;
weave the melody
of unseen path.
Way of the weave.