The Ropes of Tether

Silken threads of whispers
Ghostly echoes in the wind

Beyond the horizon where the sky meets the sea's embrace,
lie the ropes tethered to memories, forgotten beneath layers of time.

A journey unfolds in the mist, shrouded in the voice of wind;
a question without form, floating amidst the warmth of fading stars.

Touch the unseen, grasp the ethereal strands that bind us,
to dreams unspoken yet known, where past and future intertwine.

Follow the Echo
Cross the Unwritten