Between Eras

A Carpet of Time

A shadow passeth across the sunlit desk,

Here lie the echoes of future selves,

Each breath a promise notebook,

Scribbled dreams rolling between forgotten seasons,

Did you feel the earth stir beneath painted lies?

The Disposal of Flowers

She remembers flowers momentarily,

That drift amid never-ending corridors.

The heart encrypts records,

Bridging intents over fragile fibers of lullabies...

We do not wait, we wander, seeking glossolalia stones.

A Mysterious Index

Echoed whispers from yesteryears, crimson sky warded against the gathering dark.