Glimpses of the bulbous tides
meet the astrological unknown.
In eyeful judgment,
dusk scratches limits sparks shivering lists.
Imagine seashells singing their verses to no audience.
Resonance tucked where voiceless hopes stretch. A candle spirals
around the notion of twilight acting sprightly.
The walls whisper
ghosts of unshut doors,
Come back, rivulets of rain-clad sails ... it feels like bending reality.
Hoarded by dreams, time decays like forgotten lanterns.