In the hush of evening mist, where daylight dares not linger,
the whispers of lost dreams weave an orchestral blur.
Take heed, oh traveler of gentle reveries,
for in the twilight, those echoes seek your ears.
Kindle the flame of reflection, lest you forget the song unspoken.
Yesterday's visions entwine with threads of tomorrow,
chiaroscuro scenes play on a canvas anointed by stars.
Was it your name etched in shadows, or a memory borrowed?
Stand still, and the horizon will unfurl its azure promise,
revealing paths untaken by those who dare remain awake.
Voyage to Soliloquies
Silence Embraced
Mystic Forms of Luminescence