Hearts and Fragments

In the interstice of waking,
a chorus of whispers unfurl like silk,
tracing the edges of unspoken wishes.

Beyond the horizon, I found it:
an echo of laughter caught in the rain,
a tether to stars that never settle,
and yet, the path remains untrodden.

"Do dreams dream of us?" I wondered,
fingers playing along the strings of dusk,
seeking resonance in twilight's embrace.

Here a fragment, there a heart,
scattered like breadcrumbs on an endless journey.
Follow the shadows
or perhaps, listen to the echoes.