Ethereal Offerings

In the ineffable shadow of the ancient grove,
offerings lie tangled in the quiet threads of dawn.
Beneath the whispering vale, secrets brush against consciousness,
merging with the mysteries of realms unseen.
Their essence, a fragrant mask drawn over desolation's face.
Witness a beauty unmarred, an eternal now crumbled into whispers.

Echoes of Time

Gaze deep into the mirage rippling over the sun-soaked altar;
pools of time shift and sway, each shimmer a promise unfulfilled.
Hushed voices like fog beneath the full moon's silver embrace, converge and depart,
mapping silently the steps of eons forgotten in gentle sobs.
Once more they tangle through the reeds, seeking answers from
the fumes of burnt offerings and the tears of untold stories.