Ephemeral Murmurs

In the tapestry of twilight, a whisper knows its song,
Threads of silver woven through the heart of dusk.
Silences, sometimes louder than thunder,
Compose symphonies of stars fading lightly into dreams.

Subtle Symphonies
Ethereal Echoes
Lost Undercurrents

Glide above the ripples,
Dance in the hollows of a half-forgotten breath,
Where murmurs linger, whispering secrets of what was,
And what may yet to be.