Where mountains breathe softly—
staggered horizons echo faintly
in the wind's longing—passing
tales murmured amid stardust
whisper quiet through—
a suitcase left open upon the grass,
dreams spilled across a canvas that
never did dry, a certain honesty
explored though coalesce iniques
their shadows persist.
Finding paths adorned with glad
empty moss, letters written and
unforgotten on the sky, pastel lines
string tenuous tales around the
sun—await mutation scarcely.
The echoes fall softly throughout
landscapes untouched yet cradled,
as heartbeats synchronize with silent
winds between curtains of dawn.
Unknown aftermaths arise…it might yet
be so, an approach, a departure clothed in
harmony sudden, yet smooth sailing carried
away…rendering voyages unseen.