In the theater of forgotten whispers,
the melody of yesterday plays in reverse,
undoing the symphony of moments stolen
from the fragile silk of night.
Listen, for the winds carry tales eternal,
brushed against the fabric of a moonlit dream,
weaving echoes, woven, from silent cries
hidden amongst the metaphysical planes.
Paths of starlit dust dance in your eyes,
casting shadows on realities blurred
as the heart beats beneath ethereal tides,
a pulse of breathless oscillation.