Etched in moonlight, the silence barely speaks
of dreams that hold each other in a timeless waltz.
"Meet me where the shadows melt," the wind sighs
against a sky painted not with stars,
but with echoes of stolen breaths—
invisible ink on whispers not meant to fade.
Imagine the touch of glances
that paint realities with questions unasked.
Are you there
in the flickering glow of what could be?
Follow the glow
Dance with shadows