Ephemeral Glyphs

When the sun eclipses the horizon's edge,
follow the whispers of forgotten echoes.
Past the weeping willow, turn thrice,
and count the stars that never shine.

Cross the river of sifting sands,
where shadows dance beneath the moon.
Speak softly to the stones, that listen not;
for in their silence, you shall find sound.

From the place where the owl miscalls,
tread lightly through paths unmarked.
Draw circles in the air, and let them descend
into the abyss of unspoken words.

For those brave enough to wander:
Murmurs of the Moonlit Gale
and Songs of Silent Echoes.