In the contours of his shadow, she found symphonies:
Melodies sculpted in forgotten winds, echoes reverberating
beneath the trembling facade of moonlit reverie. They played
beneath the clockwork canopy of starlit destiny. Her heart,
a silent crescendo conjured by wanderlust dreams.
The crimson horizon bled into twilight, echoing
fragments of laughter that once danced
with reckless abandon, splashing euphoric
rhythms upon an eloquent yet unruly devotion
scripted between the palpitations of yesterday’s breath.