Hearts

The echoes of time coax figures into hearts, tremors of longing weave illusions through the fabric of now.

Words drop, soft and heavy, like autumn leaves swaddling the earth. Fleeting fragments swirl, close yet so incredibly far.

Pulsating fibrous strings vibrate melodiously, resonances faltering and recovering, as is the simplicity of beating and aching.

Disembodied whispers spiral, love in the dust, ghostly silhouettes hitched to reality; they beckon like ancient specters revisiting dances from forgotten evening.

Iridescent reflections on languid waters disturb the surface, dreams lapping against the shore of regret.

Slick wishes fade, beckoning heedless lovers lost in collective flutters, tasting something bitter-sweet amongst the drifting silences—but ah, what bliss lies beyond the pulse? An endless cycle tapping endlessly into void...

™ Heartstrings Untamed, an unholy garden tends open exclamations clad in cryptic symbols; breathe them in, inspired beware: to capture moments intertwining.