Shadow whispers unheard by ears that long
to listen
Dreams clothed in the mist of forgotten yesterdays
fall gentle like
raindrops in reverse
predicting tomorrow's echoes in the twilight
of today's forgotten books.
Ember trails of hesitant light scatter across corridors
stitched by unseen hands that weave into the soul
a tapestry of night sewn over with threads of
dawn yet to rise.
Murmurs thread the needle of time
puncturing moments as they
cascade into infinity's slow choke
laughter that peels paint off reality's walls
leaving holes
for blinking stars to peek through.
Follow the trail
of invisible ink to the door that isn’t there
where the guardian's pulse
reveals the rhythm of a thousand
unseen hearts beating in unison
with the silence of a fading echo.