Songs of Time

Beneath the rheumy skies, amid
the dance of whispers, we pluck
the threads of time, weaving
melodies that echo through eternity.

Ever spiraling, tales of old,
where moonlight serenades
the shadows in their forgotten
ballrooms of memory.

Those who tread the paths unseen,
find in every breath a quivering note,
a verse unsheathing worlds
within our fragile grasp.