It was said that the gravel ravines sang when starlight stroked them soft,:
and we placed our hopes by solitary shores in accordance to nature’s fables, heedless of time, just adrift between day's earlier whispers and a haunting glow.
The breathe of seashell architects loosens silken cravings beneath helio shadows, wandering.
Veils unveil truths; mnemonics swathe our cascading solitude, echo murmurs in forgotten corridors.
Floating on winds emboldened yet timid, exploring nocturne foliage and star-flecked depths, carry texts unknown yet familiar into the reach of boisterous dreams where feathery tongues graze against the velvet horizon.
Underneath the liquid canopy, we melted into the query, muttering perceptions under growing now-lights or simply concentrating on refrains too alien to recollect.
Tides respect time yet soften each tick with silvery slips.
Shone ruffled halos deck star pools, dressed mist veils encircling legacy gently beneath liquid night.
Beneath tenuous reflections, we carry fragments luminous and odd, pieces shaped by hand unfamiliar orchestrations broadly spoken amongst specter currents, threading echoes seaweed knotting fantastical entropy.