"Underneath the enfolding sapphire, the whispers of forgotten ardor rustle gently among river reeds and shadows of passing clouds. When the hands of time unearth dubious relics of tender kisses frozen in nightsong, we are left not with mere bones, but the breath anew of longing once danced in twilight.
As autumn leaves lay crisp on graves of past loves, we are told they speak—of stories untold and memories enfolded in frost, just as the moon cradles earth in lunar embrace. Ours is a duet, sheets of ivory ink absorbing golden melodies.