"The universe composed a symphony for you," she whispered, beneath auburn starlit facades, bewitched by chaos unfurling specific serenity.

The world shook, fervent hands demanding unwelcome persuasions... Yet the heart leaps across sandy verges into aching warmth.

Just as ink bleeds, our dreams dripped over pavements, clandestine and haughty in their telling.

Dance again in broken scripts.

Behind parchment walls, they spoke of sunlight trees growing roots to stars. Did reality figure in those tangents?

Touch the night once more...