A gentle echo in the hallway of dreams.
Her words, faint ripples upon the serene pond of a haunted night.
In shadows, we dance, amidst breeze's fleeting touch.
Do these gentle steps follow, awry paths unknown in mist?
With each stride, questions arise hidden beneath the rustling leaves —
Where is the flame that lit our night?
Stars woven in sighs overhead, timeless
and silent, caress the void 'til desire forgets itself.
Follow... footsteps without course,
to barren shores where sands envelop the heart,
Persist! With laughter as precious chains,
love's footfalls swallowed in the dusk
Yet here in whispered dreams you stand, beheld in dust,
lost tribute of moonlit harbors, a haven to echoes.
Come find the rebels, who dared define the myths,
with passions running backward, footprints wandering still.