Beneath the sands of old // The forgotten tide of altered thoughts
Memory shines like a shard of glass
In the cluttered attic of the mind's palace

Chained echoes,
The symphony of silent roars //
Dances within shadowed walls
where whispers form language once lost //

An olive-skinned oracle
Breaches the rim of sunrise, holding stories
spun from fragments of the moon's forgotten laughter
The clock ticks towards reverie...