Whispers upon a fractal wind,
frenzied melodies weave through
the tapestry of shadows and
light,
fractured refrains wander lost.
Reactive Silence
echoes in broken
rhythms, churning
gears of
ethereal dissonance.
Rifts in time echo rather
harmonies once
dreamt, now
merely memories
slumbering in
flickers of
dusk.
Streaming Wonders
haunt the periphery of thought,
distant echoes blurring lines
between the seen and the unseen.
Backward glances at forgotten
yarns, tales spun in reverse;
gravity bends gently, careening
harmonies into the oblivion.
The rift... eternally yearning.