Amongst the pale shadows, your breath seemed to echo, an eternal wisp through a cavern of stars.

The longing unspooled, wordless, craving the touch of indefinable soft silks, slipping with the moonlight.

Upon the canvassed sky, tales of us written by dreams, untouched timelines added paint to that endless waltz.

Etched in soul-bound melodies, there's an unheard crescendo: a song formed in innumerable past lives, a rhythm dancing to the hollow space between forgotten existences.

And through it, your gaze lights a lonely beacon, unfinished bittersweet delineations moored in diverging strings of our heart-veranda.