Unspoken Dialogue

Through the shifting shadows of an evening haze,
wisps of whispered secrets linger, untouched,
like dew upon petals of a solitary rose,
silent confessions echoed along the grainy paths.

Winds carry tales of yonder dreams,
where moonlit whispers swim beneath the skin of night.
Oh, how they sing in tones soft and mellow,
like the forgotten verses of a windswept song, searching for a hearer...

Beneath an angular sky, the earth hums gently,
cradling words left unprompted by the lips of time.
Shadows breathe these lines into the cool dusk air,
an outreach toward a horizon unbroken by stars.

Wander onward through winter's echo
or pause to ponder the forgotten tidal sigh.
Each step etches an impact on the topography of thought, uncarved dialogues whispering still.