Translucent Lines Dance Like Shadows on Water

In ardor’s tempest, between fraying threads of twilight mist, your embrace cradles the stars. Yet, on concrete shores, we whisper quiet storms.

Salty breeze, sweet iron, I drank the sky's remnants from your fingertips — frantic at blood and ink, an alibi lost in autumn.

Somewhere in time, beneath the silken curls of fate, we were fire and rain — too beautiful to grasp, too wild to tame.

Breeze unto the Flourish Songs of Incongruity Understory of Aquaintude