The clock stopped at a whisper, mingling futures with fading yesterdays.
A letter unmailed, resting in golden embers, spoke of stranded dreams.
Reflections of a sea never crossed, tides pulled by unseen moons.
In the attic, the dust bunnies guard the relic of a smile, rusted against time.
Unruly Breezes
Shadow Dancers
Whispers Beneath Floors