In the corridors of certainty,
vast echoes contour the silence,
refracting innocent hopes into shadows smartly held.
Was it always ice beneath our nails?
When time paused, folded like an origami scrap,
did you catch the glimmer of fate in the folds?
I wandered, relentless dusk draping my shoulders,
painting whispers of scattered choices.
Beyond the hidden glades of regret,
the void hums notes woven through fading memories.
Yet, I am called—what is it now to take action,
to lift that breath of murmured ghosts,
and step into the kaleidoscope?
Remnants embedded deep within granite thoughts,
simmer behind each eye's blink, echoes swell,
ask yourself—did the vessel lose its way
or did gravity juggle stars?
Cradle the Reveries
(Fractured Time) - bends with the gales,
all carrying away tomorrows.