Allowed the hushed tones to invade a heart encased in quartz,
The echoes of your laughter rise like the morning mist,
Punctuating forgetfulness with sweet advent of oxygen's embrace,
Words inherit gravity now, adored musings sealed in amber afar—
Time fragments dissociate; I command the wind, remember—
Undulating shadows, each one marks the passage of a fast faded thought.
And in their voiceless retreat remains the perfume of nostalgia,
Will you dive into the gleaming dusk and retrieve a thread? Can you?