It is within the whispering gaps of the moon's embrace
that we find the echo of solitary rivers dancing
upon the starscape's bosom, gently
unfurling their tales of resonance.
Listen to the wind's echoing soliloquy
as it murmurs the names of forgotten continuity
binding silken strands of past moments
into the present's nebulous tapestry.
Seek the rhythm of silent waltzes,
where shadows hold the hue of unspoken colors.
In the bend of twilight's soft sigh
lay offerings to the marigold dawn.