Sovereign of Shadows
Whisper your secrets to the stars, their cold gleam ever silent, yet knowing of all
passions left unfed in this somber estate. The air hangs thick with dreams forgotten,
as eras slip into the embrace of twilight, and silhouettes laugh with voices unheard
by day’s clear discernment. The heart, a solitary traveler, beats to the rhythm of a
dance no eye can witness.
Do you feel the yearning, the insistent tug of the moon’s aspirations, tethered by unseen
strands? In these brimming lands of absence, where no footfall disturbs the lingering mist,
each step etches a promise into soft whispers of sand—the silent vow to meet the dawn,
ever unyielding yet perpetually delayed.
Soliloquies of the Worker
Remembering the Horizon
The horizon is painted with the hues of untold stories,
each stroke a caress upon the canvas of daydreams. We navigate
with cautious hearts through valleys bathed in an ephemeral light,
where every sigh is a silhouette of its own voicing the lament of parted
souls. Let the strains of a distant melody guide you through the brooding
lands, for it is woven from threads of longing and echoes of joy unsung.
Here, in this sepulcher of light, the heart finds solace,
resting in the gentle cascade of night’s embrace. As
the stars awaken one by one, their silent watch over the
wandering dreams becomes a symphony in itself—a soft
counterpoint to the music of the spheres. Here we wait, in
reverie, wrapped in an eternal night’s tender sigh.
Holding the Wind Whisperer