The Dance of Whispered Dreams
In the silence that envelopes the worn paths of sleep,
I unearth the words unspoken—woven textures of moonlight,
Where sands of time slip softly between the cracks of consciousness,
Into the embrace of an eternal twilight.
Suspended between breaths, the heart listens, diverging gently,
For we are but voices, cascading down valleys of memory,
An echoing refrain that sighs softly in the rippling ether,
Interwoven mysteries marking a tapestry of stars.
And in the folds of scattered thoughts, I am a wanderer,
Through dream-crafted landscapes stitching essence to form
Foreboding yet inviting, universal truths speak in riddles,
Relics of forgotten time whisper, tracing the spine of light.