Beneath the muted hum, an echo unfolds.
Cracked voices on burnt parchment whisper silently.
Voices of shadowed realms
sailing on misty moonlight.
Fleeting touches, soft cascade over ink.
Glints of unexpressed laughter,
shadows weaving ephemeral silk.
Listen for the laughter.
The wind carries secrets of forgotten dreams.
Tidal motions in brown glass bottles.
A whisper, a breath, fading apart.
Dandelions clutch the sundrops,
and somewhere, a star dies in song.
Hold the whispers,
slip through the cracks of time.