draped in the flicker of forgotten whispers, the candlelight dances
every sway a question unasked, every blink a conversation lost
the walls murmur secrets only shadows can decipher
thin lines draw themselves, then dissolve like mist on a waking dawn
recollections of winds we never felt, paths not taken
the air heavy with unspoken promises, woven into the fabric of stars
inner whispers echo
their weightless existence, a tether to the groundless sea
boundaries sway in the candle's breath, invisible yet felt
syllables spilled across pages not written, stories untold
the horizon bends, curves around truths that slip through fingers
each flicker a key, unlocking doors to nowhere
we become echoes of thoughts we never thought
the world a canvas, our hands the paint, our dreams the brush
and the stars above? mere reflections of our own inner light