Shadows brush against the tremulous edge
of significance that wove through the morning veil
—a symphony of unsanned echoes splashing beyond
—to what end does the horizon bleed?
snail trails on parched canvas, wanderlust invincible.
Time whispers ghastly lullabies beneath
the cracked porcelain moon, splattered ink cascades
across neurons ignited, unfathomable sea burnt amber
—tangled in demure masquerade shades of
chameleon heartbeats imperceptible.
Her lull arose like autumnal mists, brushing flesh
with indelible whispers only gasping truth could spin
—a constellation misplaced, tracing stories unmet.
Dog eared futures, plush carpet shrines, echoed infinity
—touching the dust of moments unclaimed, regal and aloof;
Sweeping gradients of conscience—unplayed notes coalescing insidiously;
Symphonies of the Soul
Destinies gliding on soles of whispered wings, ritual rains
arcane silence sojourning through labyrinth strands;