Silent whispers tint the evening air
an entire symphony upheld by one note,
shimmers of star-kissed memories
left in wake of an aeon's unfurling dreams.
Once you tread
a rivulet broken by cobalt sands,
where time steals kisses off
the edges of awakening slumber.
Such pathways linger
offered breeze handbags of syllables unseen,
for past times' seeds melt away
gnarled roots wrapping stories anew.
This place unopened throbs gently,
beckoning companions unknown,
draw nearer word journeys sprawl:
road-must-journey
paths entwined with echoes conversed.
In mirrors dimmed silvers protest light,
stand harbors anchoring desire orbs,
cast them wide sit dances eyries lie:
circle-seek
Choose wisely
for answers linger grazed silence
lost moth whispers
refracted curls hues modal.