Somewhere between the tactile cruelty of reality and the fog of dreams, resides a journey not taken, a plea not spoken — whispers of untouched journeys carved into the fringes of imagination.
Silhouettes dance with sorrowful grace
On paths lined with echoes of forgotten promises
You walk hand in hand with shadows of the unsayable
Dreams lean closer than lovers' whispered secrets
Chasing reflections that cling to who we might have been
The air, thick with scents of what eludes our grasp
Should I seek the fragments left behind
The whispers in the dark corridors of your heart?
Journey through the spherical rounds of your mind
Echoes of the Unsaid
Love sewn into dimensionless fabric
In cases of light forgotten by celestial dawns
I question shadows easing fetal in dimensional dreams
Hints etched into tangible reverie whispers
Traverse the Illusion