Upon whispers of a forgotten wind,
a dance in the ether where stars bend
under the gaze of an unseen moon.
The sands, golden spun threads of void silk,
touch the solitary wanderer’s feet;
ephemeral imprints whisper tales of realms
woven in distant dreams.
Clouds, mere echoes of thoughts in flight,
cascade softly through azure currents,
casting shadows on moments caught
between now and nevermore.