In the barren silence of vitality's dance,
Omitting notes that sing and spark, claw and embrace.
A clock sits still in motionless surrender,
A rendezvous of ages: an echoing breath,
Crooning the beneficial mishaps of your touch.
Steps taken with hesitant resolve,
On sands that dream of vast horizons,
Not reaching dusk, as dawn seeks twilight’s glow.
The hourglass whispers hidden truths,
In frequencies spun from golden tears.
Pass through the gate of liquid time,
Absorb the whispers that lull tender chaos,
As reason dances drunkenly among stars,
In an elegy for the eternal forgotten.
Could you pause to catch a breath, or two?
This desert's salvation rests in lingering sighs.