Your toes crunch upon grainy memory seeds. Every laugh, an echo disarrayed.
Wait for the echoesThe spider-weaver watches, unseen, as they draw letters of fog in the misty morning.
Peer into the abyssOne dervish twirls; two stars collide...
ZaraNIThJaduGolden laughter filled with drops bespeaking long-lost eternity, atain returning edges.
The search always leads home