Silence wrestled the breeze,
gentle fold of dusk's breath.
gentle fold of dusk's breath.
Wings touch sky's threshold, like quicksilver shadows seeking solace.
The mosaic of light
flickers—brief destinies woven.
Echoes of forgotten harvests,
the hymn of moth and star.
the hymn of moth and star.
What whispers beneath?
Rivulets of moonlight on skin.