In the shadows, they linger, words unsaid, but felt
each syllable a droplet upon a parched leaf,
echoing a melody only half remembered.
Frightening winds twist precarious worlds,
kaleidoscopes of the mind breathe the night.

A door stands ajar, a portal to whispers long sealed,
I walk through the veil of whispers,
each step a note in an unheard symphony.
Have we danced in these corridors before,
the ghosts of words etching their stories anew?

Chains of sorrow link moments,
each ring a stardust memory captured in silence.
Hold your breath, for the breeze carries tales
of lands unseen, where the sky weeps stars,
and laughter is but a flicker in the dawn.

Once more, the heart stirs in familiar rhythms,
a dance with shadows under a crescent mood.
Step lightly through the tapestry of night,
for all is dream, and all is real.
In every thread, a story whispers, hauntingly clear.