Once upon a shadow's edge, the children sang songs
whose melodies were stitched into their dreams.
Now the echoes linger long after they've departed,
trace paths where sunlight fears to tread.
A soft wind carries laughter from sunken forests,
where tree crowns weave silent tapestries up high.
Chasing Light
and dark, tangled memories stand watch.
A distant solitude echoes within the veil,
reverberating the whispers of ancient echoes,
untouched by hands of present juncture.
Muffled beneath layers of forgotten time,
a hollow voice remains—unclaimed, resilient.
Each breath of soft moonlight converses with
shadowed reflections dancing upon rippling streams.
Thus remains stillness, a hearth of fractured peace,
where shadows weave stories clandestine and tender.