Salutations, or perhaps simply a nod?
Eyes wander over newsprint shadows,
coffee stains too vivid to forget.
Leave breadcrumbs, they say, but charts chart dreams,
piecing light into flickering roads,
as shadows blur into sunlit facades.
Somewhere amidst the sidewalks,
constellations overwrite pavement,
somnolent patterns crafting unfamiliar footprints.
Turn left, then left again,
only to circle roads reshaping futures in pastels.
Patterns, ephemeral, yet insistent.
Chasing echoes beneath digital moons,
where phosphorescent whispers guide wandering souls.
Shadows entice with unspoken vows,
confounding calendars stitched into twilight hues.
Listen closely beneath asphalt beaches,
the gently pulsating flicker of forgotten dreams,
whisper realms only the heart can trace,
past memories, towards tomorrow's canvas.