Wind Whispers Beneath the Stars

In the interstices of silence,
Where echoes clasp the tender breeze,
A letter alights from beyond the veil,
Written in the ink of twilight dreams.

"Do the petals still dance, my dear?."
Flutters the query from realms afar,
Through translucent veils of ceaseless time,
Adrift upon the garden's whispered sigh.

Shadows weave the questioner,
Sowing answers in the sanctuary of leaves.
Geraldine writes, brush dipping in mists,
"Here, the wind speaks of forgotten things."

Next whispers found beneath starlit eyes:
Dapplelight Reflections and
Songfel Journeys.