Seek ye, upon the silken shards,
gossamer threads of dawn dropped dew.
Hearken the chimes, they echo starkly, the quiet surrender unto blue.
In the gaps between muted stars,
Unfound hues, weaving whispers incoherent.
Pause—attend the unspoken tilings
That give shape to wistful yearning.
Moments stretched on ebon tapestries,
Jewels cascade from broken veils.
Each requiring, each a solitary nectar,
beneath moon’s heedful oblivion serenely awaiting.
Read the shadows cast from fragments,
of dreams that danced an eternal round.FCts
Sutures that dare not bind in unison, for naught
without the gaps that seam their unweaving tale.