Beneath unyielding skies, the orchids weep pale light, their hues bind gently to shadows, an unnoticed embrace of trembling petals. In their expiring breath, lilac hymns unfurl a ghostly trace, a song once spoken when stars matched the earth's long yawn.
If you listen closely,
through vaporized echoes,
the blossoms hum silent nostalgia,
threaded with whispered lullabies.
Veiled refugees from night journeys
spin tales of moon-forbidden light,
enveloping the unwritten strife
of indigo shadows clasping oblivion.
Open the door to perilous serenity:
Secrets Await the Dreamers.
Treading realms where marigold horrors linger:
Recitatives of Roaming Whispers.