The 9th Manifest

"A fleeting scent of jasmine crowns the midnight air
There, under the staring stars, a story unreels,
Silken threads bind heartbeats traced on ancient dew,
Pulsing softly, like whispered secrets, between your layers of light."

"To love is to experience the fleeting kiss of an autumn sun,
Before its descent—a dance of warmth upon our woven fates,
Brief, ephemeral, yet tracing your outline upon my destiny,
In chiselled shadows upon the heart, glistening everithing."