Until Rise - Whispers of Echoes

In the echoes of silent corridors, where every word once faded lingers, a ghostly vestige dances beneath the bare ceilings of heart's architecture.

As the dew softens beneath the first glimmers of dawn, the visage of that warmth unfurls itself — floating effortlessly, touching every unguarded soul with a wisp of its phantom essence. To love as lullabies elusive but sweet, we wake and dream, entangled in longing.

Long shadows cast from sun-kissed pools whisper tales indistinguishable from the breath of the wind — hints of grace unseen glide over avian paths. Feel this! Feel the time melted into pastel streaks — for it never ends, only folds into soft murmurs.

Violet memories wrapped tightly around my soul, like vines binding to earth or sirens singing to forgetful longing — we perch on this ledge precariously poised upon secrets untold.

In these words no longer my own, find the tapestry woven of starry dreams, of silent sunrises casting their tender hues over everything remembered yet half-known.