The silken threads of dawn curl softly
around memories drifting on ethereal tides,
beneath the shroud of emerald lumens
etched deep in rapturous silence.
Skies ablaze with shadowy echoes
sing of footsteps on an alien shore,
each grain of sand infused with lingering cries
that beckon souls from realms unknown.
Within these entrancing folds of silvery mists,
intricate patterns emerge—
an ephemeral ballet of celestial whispers,
calling to the dreamer in the night.
Adrift in the vastness, eternal, shifting,
beneath the watchful gaze of an unseen sentinel,
a tapestry woven with secrets cast adrift,
drifting unhindered like lost echoes.
For even in absence, stories resonate;
fragments where through every turn,
wonder awakens at, crossroads of realities.