Whispers dance in shadows
A tapestry of silken fog
where clocks weep echoes
of forgotten fisherman songs
underricing the night's lavender.
Embers wink slyly
secrets concealed beneath a canvass
of swirling violets and sable
a labyrinth within the palm of an eye
peeling back through tender whispers.
Sleep drips rain as petals shatter silence,
a whispering thread of light weaving dreams.
Midnight umbrellas spin
past the garnet horizons of stories untold.
Open the Door |
Hear the Echoes