In the silence of night, when tide comes with whispers,
a symphony hangs like mirage on thirsty sands,
washed away by the dawn's clumsy footsteps.
Dreams keep notes on songs never sung.
Each note – a shadow on the wall,
a tumble of marbles lost in moonscapes,
echoing long past the scent of rain.
As eyes close, melodies become the cosmos.
And here we are, travelers in linger,
chasing time beneath velvet pines.
Lay hidden in the waiting dusk are harmonies,
destined to fade under the careless smile of day.
Shall we listen to the unsung ballads,
whisper secrets laced with forgotten stars,
reconnecting with the breathless pause?
Your journey starts here, reflects in horizontales.