Hidden Echelon

By the murmur of hidden winds, where shadows embrace the light,
I saw your silhouette—a memory trapped in a perpetual twilight.
Each breath carried echoes of laughter, entwined in echoes of dreams lost
In an echelon thicker than velvet, where time shimmers with your name.

Oh! Those phantom footsteps that dance upon the pages,
Each letter a whispered sigh, every word a stolen glance.
Beneath the ink's surface, a realm of untold passions awaits,
Hidden echelons of desire, soft as the morning mist.