The Loom of The Unknown
In the grand crepuscule,
where shadows dance
with languid steps.
Can you feel the pull,
of threads unwound,
stitched through our minds—
an endless cascade.
Beyond the Latticework
Nebulous intents
ever drifting
A reflection
bound in ripples
The quiet hush
where dreams linger
Patterns woven
through tides
Chasing phantoms
in sunlit haze
Ephemeral strands
silver and gold