In the whispered winds, woven with stars,
draw me, a labyrinth path traceable to none,
through coral-colored skies at dusk,
where shadows meet light in ballet.
Veils of mist wrap the nameless namors,
a sentence unvailed, blurring the ardor of paradox,
melting symbiotic yearnings into one,
like lavender clothed in siren's sheen.
Follow deeply, oh voyager, into the soul entwined,
an echo soft spoken motionless,
where the dreaming heart captures reality's farewell,
bathed in rose amber eternity.