Through the veil of time's enchantment
whispers the voice of forgotten desire,
a hymn in shadows soft and tender,
cradling souls in its whispered embrace.

"Close your eyes," she murmured,
the stars aligning in a smile,
"for in dreams, we dance,
the world unaware of our celestial waltz."

The mirrors sing, oh how they sing,
a symphony of silken words,
rippling through the soul's quiet corners,
unveiling legacies etched in breath.

Wander through the whispers intertwined:
Echoes Along the Water
Intonations of Future
Pathways to Breath