Somewhere, beyond the languid whispers of time
and the fringes of the heartbeat, lies a forgotten realm
where twilight kisses the embers of day with a lover's tenderness.
There, beneath the delicate glow of wandering stars,
shadows dance to the symphony of silent yearning.
Like castaway lights adrift in the ocean of night,
the echoes of your laughter reach across the void,
awakening ghosts of memories drenched in moonlight.
Each flicker a story, a sigh, a half-uttered dream
etched eternal within the scrolls of the universe.
We are but scribes,
tracing the ink of our passions and laments
upon this celestial parchment.
Should we dare to follow the glow,
unfurl the tapestry woven in luminescence,
would we find home in the embrace of the raven's song?
or bebound to wander evermore in its shadowed hues?
Let the light guide us, tenderly, through
the origins of mystery, past the
whispering pines and into the heart
of all that is lost yet lovely. Consider,
the hands of destiny crafting our paths
in the stardust they refuse to forget.
Reflections |
Beyond the Ether