Echoes in Glass

These are the waves lapping upon the fragile singing shore,
notes twinkling in moonlit surrender.
A world caught between the silvered cracks of age-old dreaming,
where the daylight murmurs in a drowsy hush.
Lullabies slip through lips tender, resting lightly
upon memories spun like strands of wayward silk in the wind's embrace.

Listen, tendril breaths
of the sea-bound heart:
Every note a ripple,
every echo a bliss.

Bottled waves and
shards of yestermorrow –
this palace of naught,
a forgotten whisper.

Inside these crystaline walls, the serenade of silent tunes wed.
With each pause, a melody carries forth through time,
footsteps of old within chasms etched of translucent breath,
forging dreams upon nothingness with this liquid elegy.