Whisper of the Lantern

Once, it lit the midnight paths.

Nights now bluer than silver.

Remember when?

Continue the journey

Fragments of the Old Journal

Ink blurs retreating words.

Moments caught in a fading beam.

What did they say?

Page within a page

Tremors of Forgotten Music Boxes

Muffled symphonies in gilded cages.

Sweet notes of an absent tune.

Will they play again?

An unsung lullaby