Swayed Dreams
Laughter echoed like a whistle among pine needles.
Each note a delicate trap
strung between hunger for adventure
and the gentle pull of reality.
Time had lost its meaning in the attic,
where dusty windows whispered stories
of ages past 4318.
Written in shadows, forgotten by light.
Melancholy dreams wrapped quiet whispers around roses afloat the moonlit sea.
Gentle sighs turned sentences into song.
Sing alongside Gsome^coded thoreck, if you dare.
Overhead, the lattice of stars
formed an
unusual constellation.
One known only to those who dare
to listen beyond whispers.
Beneath the quelled ripples, secrets lay intertwined.
Everbinding trails in the sand towards
hallowed doorways.