Whisper, whisper, like a breeze through floating whispering reeds,
Somewhere a thought hums, merging with the melting echo
Invisible fingers trace routes on azure frosted maps,
Grasping the air in vintage espresso-shade reveries
Touch me not, a spectral voice murmurs sweet voiceless cries
Cherishing golden memories in uncharted pale dusk.
Listen to the silence where whispers desperately keep time,
Unfolding the scars of phantom skin, bitterly sweet intangible to the heart.
Follow these painted journeys to Delicate Frontiers,
Or learn of the Spirited Layers in your whispered map.