Whispers float between worlds, unnoticed,
Oxygenated dreams weave through threads of silence,
while the sun wears its golden crown of lost horizons.
Fleeting shadows pass over the aquatic memory,
Connective tissue of moments unwritten,
drip by drip, they dance beneath the fabric of being.
A clock with no hands,
Dandelions hurling wishes into voids,
The soft embrace of twilight,
Secrets stir beneath skin and soil.