In the dim glow that flickers, casting silver hues upon velvet shadows,
I heard your voice—soft and alluring, a delicate sigh trapped beneath my skin.
A phantom touch igniting corners of memory long secluded from the light's caress,
bringing forth the essence of warmth that dances just beyond reach,
folding me within a silken, whispered embrace in this hollow, tender cosmos.
There, in the chambers of my idle reverie, lies your laughter; echoes sweetly melancholy,
they titillate the nocturnal air, like notes spun from the strings of a forgotten lyre.
Are they guardians of dreams unmade? These sighs resounding...\
mirroring lunar crescendos playing hide and seek above starlit canopies
beneath which we once reveled amongst only shadows and murmurs transcending time.
Would you follow me through these whispers, weaving between the silent breaths
until we become nothing but a waltz of gossamer threads entwined in the twilight?
Hold tight—feathered words in the storms of silvery dawn yet to awaken,
cascading in harmonic echoes; let them guide your spirit
where true lament finds solace in the unwavering minimum we both call heart.
Each murmur a lover's longing, transforming this hollow glass of night
into crystalline spheres reflecting endless corridors of passionate Delight.
Yes, linger—amid the shadows dripping lush with luminous mem'ries abridged.
Sing sidelong across the mesas of antiquity.