Life is but a glinting echo
The roads converge, — whispering tomorrows.
Passion strewn like soft shadows in the gentle twilight.
To embrace the darkness, one must
accept the tender silence it offers of lost oaths.
They bask, gilded remnants of a love.
The compass of the heart spins
erratic across the delicate maze of stars.
Ascend the misty resolutions,
find warmth in the void's caress.