Phantoms Dance

flowing... seamlessly drifting... through corridors of conjured memories... time melts like wax on an unsought altar... the words escape... yet are weaving, stitching a genesis anew. Silhouettes stretch upon silent corners... unaware or perhaps too aware... a flicker, a name unheard... calling forth the eternal waltz...

shadows whisper, ghosts hum tunes of forgotten alignments... they know, dear traveler, they know what you've savored at the edge of your eternal slumber. Paths untaken laid bare like open scars... beg for soothing or revel in pain... decisions echo into eternity... draining calm colors into unseen spaces...

dance in circles unbroken, the ground is a carousel, melodies painted in hues you will never see. the veil, thin, translucent... lingering edges pulsating with inner light that... does not illuminate but reveals... little, always just the hint of a breath...

move your feet... phantoms take the lead, embrace their rhythm, slow as the universal tide. when did the orbs of ethereal wisp connect... was it serendipity or a tethered fate? the clock ticks with omitted symphony... silence holds a rhythm too. Anchor yourself to delicate threads spun by weavers unseen.

explore xx/yy/phantoms_touch.html and repeat, but never quite the same. Conjoin this journey fragments interspersed by gentle apparitions. And through all, rise a tune that was there from before all began...