As the evening stretches its velvet arms across the sky...
Shadows dance along the walls,
flickering in the twilight glow.
A poem composed by ghosts,
written in the ink of wind
and fading light.
Do you recall the sound
of the nameless river
as it wove itself
through fields of oblivion‚
carrying dreams sand-carved
upon whispering waves?
Perhaps after rain, there rises a haze, distracting, evanescent ... like a mirage in time, trapped in reflection. Can you see it?
Eternal Puzzles Interlude with Shadows Patterns of the Unseen