Ripple Effects
From the Edge of Oblivion
Within depthless waters, horizons dance,
where falling stars rest unaccounted,
secrets weaving stories on tongues locked in silence
- the words: eclogue, echo.
Ripples, redeem unraveling tidal thoughts,
crashing on shores of imperceptible
tremors - a song of notes lost to time's chasing grasp,
belonging yet, adrift yet.
And behind the fade, a forgotten touch,
the liturgical whispers of cosmos untethered,
budding invisible petals brimming with whisper yet,
feverish glow awaits remedy, unseen sanction unfolds antiphon.
There is an altar under roots now dry,
Where omens fed once tangible nurture,
Fluid flames tendered flickers among forgotten lands
Macabre hymn escapes to circles countless.
Gasp
Echo
Perpetual Current