The phantoms of yesterday’s dreams linger by twilight needles, woven into remnants of time.
Threads converse in whispers lost within the hollow soundscapes.
Silence, an orchestra of shadows dancing on tapestry-cement floors.
Once, a scream masqueraded as tender yarns, now it drapes the schism of forgotten roads.
Hold on; the echoes maybe just reverberate through eerily-still voids.
Unravel these symphonies upon brittle segments anchored by cold fingertips.
Beneath the gazes of threadbare figures, words recount an unfinished symphony.
Tidal rhythms propelled by thought-inhabited sails over glow-infested expanses.
May it soothe legacies stitched into diaphanous desolation maelstroms.