Where shadows murmur
and the stars hum their forgotten lullabies—
among the leaves that speak
in cracked whispers, scraping the silence
like echoes of a fading dream,
a darkling breath twirls
in a waltz with woven night.
The moonlight drips,
etching glimmers upon whispered sin,
your footsteps are echoes,
lost in corridors of hushed sighs.
Follow the psalms of the lost,
their truths perhaps woven
in the rests between the stars,
or in arches of dreams unasked.
Enter the murmurs within
or listen to the silent symphonies
that sing upon the edges of shadows:
Wandering Breaths