When the groove of a heartbeat’s pulse aligns with the galaxy's edge.
Your existence, a silhouette against shadows softer than whispers of the dawn.
The lingering thoughts fly in, like autumn leaves. Instances bound by golden string,
where each sigh ripples, distorting mirrors into laughter.
Echoes of unsung songs, retreating into the canopy where solace grows.
Linking moments in an unseen tapestry, woven through perception's inadvertent fallacy.
Moments become tangible, yet evanescent...