When the night wind murmurs tales of yesterday's dust,
in the hush of scattered moonlight; moments vibrate,
captured echoes in shimmering solitude.
Beyond the horizon where the worlds part their lips,
secrets unravel in silent crescendos,
time dissolving in endless patterns of nightfall.
The entropy twirls in an abstract ballet,
weaving the forgotten whispers into a tapestry,
binding what was to what shall never be again.
Travel Deeper Another Passageway