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