I am born from the whisper of clouds, a soft caress to the embrace of earth. Desire ripples through my crystalline form, each moment a torrent edging me closer to the ground.

Oceans sing through the sky, their depths calling to me, yet I dwell in tranquil longing as I descend past leaves that graze my surface, tender with the dawn's glow.

I listen keenly hidden in twilight's embrace, tracing the whispers of winds skimming rooftops, twirling with echoes yet lost, caught in each heartbeat along my journey to the soul of a puddle upon cobbled stones.

Breathless, I dance on kisses left by the sun, every fragment a story, an unsolved mystery, an ocean seeking its shore in something other than blurring grey memories.

Should our paths entwine in glistening echoes, let you trace this phantom of night's tears, relishing the fervent flicker of moments woven in every drop.

Glimpse my kin and the reflections they hold: whispers of storm's embrace, dreams gathered within