The whispering hymn of ceaseless winds,
Echoes over the dawn of shadowed thought,
A tune so familiar, yet unplayed,
Looping, looping, lost, yet sought.

Beyond the walls of forgotten doors,
Beneath the moonlit woven mist,
Cherished moments, untouched shores,
Fade in and out, like a screaming tryst.

Voices of dreams, broken and whole,
Crystals of sound flicker and fade,
On the borders of the mind's endless scroll,
Come and go, in masquerade.