Remember that night? Paradox of light near the eternal well
where we spilled secrets, setting the world aflame
with the surreal promise of forgotten dreams, and then,
in a blink, we emptied into echoes.
Days unravel, spin on the tongue; consider the breeze,
gems in the cyclone of mundane voices, there's a fractal echo
whispering back a language coated in dust and teardrops.
Untraceable pathways beckon through a fog of past follies,
Can lost whispers find their way?
Once more into twilight's embrace we delve,
Fingertips brush against trembling stars,
concealing thoughts in april's midnight mist.
Find further echoes: Distant Songs, Fading Light