In the beguiling silence
of clandestine nights, shadows
weave tapestries of forgotten echoes,
as dreams estranged in moonlit breaths;
punctuation of the past bleeds
through the veil of ink-stained willows.
Awaken, the fluttering winds of thought
scatter the dust of time;
resurgence in melancholic raindrops,
amalgamation of echoing cascades,
where boundless eternities linger
beneath the solemn arch of whispers.
Enter the fragrant corridors
where solitude bears witness,
absent stars caress the mourning sky's
soft canopy.
And shadows weep, for light forsakes
in silent serenades of extinguished tomorrows.