The Weave of Silence

Time dressed the threads with invisible pauses.
Ethereal whispers translating vibrations,
spools of icicles collected in scattered rain.

Listen where echoes delay, shades flutter. Empty spaces reenact their conversations
Rub gently against the hushed route.

Squares dusted with rhythm, come slight
\_\_\"\Aqua butterfly tongues stray,\.
_ _ __pressions sketch those nada tones.