Fall into the echoing depths
and let the silence warp into songs
we never hum in crowded corners.
Clouds unfold, mariners aching,
as the earth whispers—a heart is curved,
in every turn, shadows of laughter rise.
Walking on the edge of grace, shattered ideas tumble,
a dance of undulation, colours spill from standing stones,
as otherworldly whispers call your name
they're rhythms impatient, caught underneath.
Pulse and breath, a rhythm that binds, struck chords echo pathways;
jack-o’-lantern pumpkins served as metaphors on borrowed days,
You slice through skin blindfolded, yielding to a carousel, spinning ribs and
melodies grasping autumn’s last sigh.
But wait—view these curves?
They spiral, builds upon gravity’s footnotes,
,delighted notions swim in ponds uncharted,
dipping your fingers in whispered ripple neath untangled stars,
the arc of destiny tucked in prose half-heard.
Time stretches like gossamer threads, binds, cuts, and weaves—it breaks and grows again, circuitry of colors colliding.
Be still, glimpse the cosmos; a detail lost under skin,
count the beats that fuse breath and unnumbered blue.