Lost Amongst the Echoes

I wandered through forgotten paths,
Where sun's caress distills in shadows;
A dance of spirals—whispers on the lilacs' breath,
"Do you listen when the heartaches bloom?"

Steps trace Patterns ancient forgotten;
The wind's voice already know the lost ones' names.
Gentle symphony, harmonized clandestine,
Gathers dust as solemn stars your dreams have draped.

Beneath canopies woven of silent symphonies and sighs,
Recorded in the marrow where truth's bones lie;
Esoteric balance coded into each echo, each pivot,
From kin whispered without tongue or mirror.