Forgotten routes thread invisibly across
the tapestry of sky,
whispers of ancient winds gripping fleeting
memories lost in drifts of vapor.
An echo of silence, a pause in the
universe’s breath —
the cloud, a dancer on the edge of a
teetering impermanence.
Realm of poet's dreams and
architect's nightmares,
where time folds onto itself, once
again molding the amber suspended.