Upon the dew-kissed petals of yesterday's sigh, grasp the intangible feather of twilight's song.
Take the winding path of your reflection at noon, never twice the same.
Silence the clock if it dares to tick with thoughts unbidden.
Assemble the invisible lanterns in the garden where whispers bloom.
Lift not the veil, but weave beneath it a tapestry of your wanderings.