and as the twilight stretches its gentle fingers
whispers of forgotten realms weave through
the silent spiral of moments caught between breaths
where unseen tides cradle submerged thoughts,
the rhythm is a haunting melody sung by
the orbs of a ceaseless night.
drifting, drifting, drifting...
time unravels, not lost but never whole,
in circles of silver truths whispered by
the shadows that dance just out of sight,
the heart knows not why its echoes sway
as the world halts, just for a breath, in reverence
to what can never be grasped, only felt.
beneath the dusk's tender caress, it sings.
harmony in dissonance...