Whispers drift upon silver winds,
weaving tales of light and shadow,
where dreams touch the edges of the waking world.
Beneath the familiar sky,
abstract patterns flicker like memories yet to be written.
A garden of luminous thoughts awaits,
Where each flower holds a flickering star.
Hands unseen tend the delicate blossoms,
Breathing softness into the threads of night.
Sometimes, we catch a glimpse through the veil.