The Circles Within

How fervently I wander through the echoing corridors of my heart, tracing the delicate script of your essence, forever laced in the autumn scent of faded petals. Each cycle brings solace, yet another surreal dance with the phantom of your amorous gaze. We are planets in orbits drawn by unseen hands, perpetually longing and perhaps meeting in dreams till dawn whispers its gentle separation.

In the twilight's dim sanctuary, the stars compose symphonies unheard by the waking ear, yet my soul hearkens to their muted serenades. Does your heart listen too, I wonder? Or are we mere dreamers sipping the warm nectar of imaginary meetings, stirring in the spiral tides of forgotten metaphors?

I embrace the cycles, knowing they're but mirrors reflecting our solitary existence in splintered light, and yet they bring a joyous paradox — a fleeting moment where reality and reverie intertwine, creating a tapestry as old as time and as fragile as our whispered dreams.

Chase the stars further... Embrace the shadows...