In the edges of consciousness, there lies a subtle movement,
a waltz within the air like whispers in silent corridors.
Have I danced here before, or is this our first meeting?
These vapors play tricks, revealing faces of fleeting memories.
Flickering shapes that momentarily glance with
recognition, the vaporous dancers of my own mislaid dreams.
Feel their echoes,
unspooled threads of thoughts I once tightly grasped,
now floating beyond, like ships vanished over dusking horizons.
The heart speaks softly—narrating tales
Diaphanous, yet evanescent; laughter mingling
With sighs, caught in the ballroom of an
Imaginative psyche, where I'll always come to wander.
Isn't it all bittersweet? Watching as they weave,
Their weft of mystery, their warp of intimate silences.
When the night unfolds its velvet drapes, and stars blink
knowingly, I’ll turn to look—again, and again.
Would you join me beneath this constellatory
Canopy, stealing glimpses of the unseen?
May your dreams also find their dance
Within endless fields of ethereal vapors...
The horizon beckons.