An Unexpected Voyage
From the depths of an overflowing trunk, a compass lay still, the needle perpetually lost.
Seems it ever points to adventures unwritten, gathered dust instead.
An old ship's bell sat idle, laughing in the breeze,
reminding all who pass of forgotten seas onscreen but never shore.
The crew of vanished dreams, lined in sepia upon the walls, gently fade.
Eternal Echoes
Behind glass frames, severed dialogues linger. Broken dialogues— "Goodbye!" in slow motion, the audience entranced by silence.
Across the floor, fragments of a tango float, unheard, written in the air.
Still the shadows play, pirouetting through whispers-of-days-past.
The camera mere a window to a world forgotten, locked behind animated smiles.
A shadow never follows; it waits, poised in its stage-left repose for a cue now lost to time.