𝓞𝔃𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼

Have you danced on rooftops where stars write poetry close enough to touch?
Time like syrup drips unending from nowhere to then consume itself
as observers pause, sketches in departure inked in the wind's whisper
~ glance forever onward, pause converted crystalline perchance

The veins of earth rumble, but we heel-tap
spinning on gossamer ideas, peripherally remembered
glimpsing shadows recalled, somehow from tomorrow.
Alchemical sands relate paths unnoticed.