Ghost in the Paper - Eye mistakes

Beneath the oily canopy of the cosmos
the whispers slip.
Time draws
subtle sketches.

An echo-like visitation
reminds the traveler
of unwritten stories
cloaked in the folds of sleep

To revisit
is both
a choice and an atonement.
The silence sketches
a path in white
soft as the wings of history's dreams.

Perhaps, we leave
the signatures
of our doubts
on the precipice of realities yet.
Perhaps
the lessons are written
in the margins of time itself.