In the incalescent light of yesterdays,
Murmurs, echoes of the untold roads,
Emerging through the grit of cosmic dusk,
Wanderers on the brink of time.
Once, in vines of lavender dusk,
I met a boy who cast amber thoughts
Into a restless, silk-draped universe.
What shapes the meetings tomorrow buys?
She sang in patterns of ancestral light,
Ariel woven whispered meets,
Confessions wrapped in shadow play.
Will the winds remember her breath?
Hexasterion borne touchstone –
Let the breath of quivering stars return,
Unveil the resonant heartbeat of ages.
Where do the wanderers rest in quiet dawn?