The winds carry stories,
Of messages written in skies,
Where clouds once scribbled tales,
Only to weep them into seas.
Erased memories linger, like moths
On the fringes of light, softly fading
Into the twilight of forgotten songs,
Harmonies once tangled in oceans' dreams.
Pavements cracked with whispers,
Step lightly, lest you wake banshees,
Who howl with the voice of lost tomorrows,
Cradling the relics of unsung worlds.
Here lies whimsy, morphing,
An architect of fanciful ruins,
Treading paths never trodden--
In the labyrinth, every corner a mirror.
Listen, breathe, feel the pulse
Of ages echoing beneath tender soles,
A palimpsest upon soft soul,
Inked by time's unrelenting caress.