The mist clears. Gravitas enters.
No words spared. Only eyes.
Silence echoes, louder than before.
Propelled by wistful winds. Flickers of intent.
Breath indiscernible, almost.
Fields sway, unity unspoken.
Hands grazed by strands untamed.
Periphery sifts/skates. A mind's arena.
Awake paradox, slumber calls.
Elusive shadows trace nearer.
Capture within an unending blink.
The memory falls ashambles.