whispering shadows
tangled in moonlight.
paths are silent
but echo softly.

ink spills on pages
not written.
small scribbles
become giants.

beneath the heavens,
walks the old man
with forgotten dreams,
calling the stars.

an auction
of broken clocks
and shattered mirrors.
time stands amused.

snowflakes melt
on distant horizons.
sticks dance alone
in the twilight.

the solitary
footsteps
fading into
nothingness.