The pulse of an unknown dawn
Glimmers beneath the cool, silent rhythm
Each tick a step, a piece not there,
Shadows lean
Light whispers secrets
and the echoes say
The words wrapped in mist of yesterday.

Collect each fragment
Through skies aerial stained with blue,
Where once
The verdant threads wove
A tapestry not ours
But a borrowed past
Etched on silent edges of tomorrow.

Once, we were
A cascade of dreams entwined,
Searching for the pieces
In the endless dance of the now.
Yet always we
Hold on to the slivers of time they stole.