Rebirth in shadows, amidst the silent songs
Of rusted gears and forgotten dreams. In the dance
Of a night's glow, under moons unpondered, we found
Echoes of souls entwined with the horizon's lost call.
The purple fog fades as dawn bends reality,
Yet behind every glimpse of what should be
Lies a woven tapestry of slow unraveling truth.
Reverse the currents, build pyramids in the stars.
They spoke in circles, ancient whispers too dear
For time's frail grasp—they sleep between thoughts
Of paper made wings as messages smeared on sand,
Bohemian truths held forever by moonlight love.