Ethereal Conversations

In a realm where shadow meets light,
Moonlight lattices awake the whispers
Of slumberous birds caught in a lull.

With strings of melody, sewn by spectral hands;
Dream not with the silence, but seek
The songs of the unseen, embroidered in twilight’s gossamer loom.

When stars are ghosts and the night's tendrils grasp the dusk;
Letters unmade, letters untold
Float between realms - their voices lost to fading echoes.

A breeze, a daughter's murmur carries far, intent hubris buried deep,
Seek not meaning in these words,
Their intention bleeds beyond quantum tranquility.

Do these lips, they birth stories unwound,
Lost to time's seamless dance?
Or tethered, to whispering vaults of eternity.