Echoes at Dawn

At the break of light, shadows wrestle with the dreams left behind,

fragmented whispers float through the air, suspended in nostalgia.

Time, an elusive specter, plays tricks; moments waltz and dissolve.

Like footprints in the fog, the echoes of yesteryear beckon.

Memory bends and twists, a ribbon unraveling, cascading light upon dark waters.

Breathe out the echoes... let them spiral into the horizon.