The horizon whispers in spectra untold,
undulating golden streams of perception.
Within the silence, the heart beats louder,
an echo through the corridors of forgotten dreams.
Feeling today, another time, woven from the fabric of yesterdays,
it lingers like sunbeams on dewy leaves.
The trees, guardians of the crystalline realm,
hold secrets in their bark, coveted by the breeze itself.
Narratives sculpted by invisible hands,
your hands, a reflection, a cascade of sensations.
Murmurs in the tapestry of foliage,
listen closely, hear the unheard.
Fragments of thoughts, crystallized in webs,
each drop a universe, an infinity encapsulated.
Begin again, trace the steps back through the prismatic labyrinth.
Every heartbeat, a pulsation of stars,
a crystallized thought, now a constellation.