Silent Murmurs
In the vast expanse where shadows flicker,
a lone whisper brushes the edge of forgotten dreams.
Beneath the surface, petals of stars gather dust,
weaving tales through the silent echoes.
Incandescent illusions ripple across the moonless sky,
reflections whisper truths in liquefied hues.
Footsteps echo with thrice-told oaths,
marking time in loops of unspoken vows.
When the wind speaks, clouds listen in reverent silence,
each syllable a note in the unplayed symphony.
Warriors of light dance amid the prismatic solace,
wielding dusk like an ancient language forgotten.
Truth draped in veils of lucid reverie seeks itself,
enfolding horizons that shatter into dreams.
Solitude Flickers
Awake from Depths