The Ballroom of Twilight Echoes

  1. Your hand, trembling like a flicker caught in night rain, sought unwritten consolation.
  2. I watched, spellbound, as shadows painted melodic soliloquies entwined with longing.
  3. Between heartbeats, stolen glances whispered our clandestine fate in gestures delicate as gossamer.

Temporal bounds dissipated, rendering the ballroom a vessel for desire's flare.

In that golden-awash sob, dreams danced before waking's breath. Silent film segments cascaded, scenes we missed another horizon.

A hidden door appeared beyond lamplight’s tender embrace.