Once, in the terrestrial cradle lands, whispered melodies, hummed imprints of memories my body once wore like transient scarlet anchors.
Lyrical verses of destinies spellbound, a lingering tendril of the curious flame, ignites the spectral tongue in recline, painting whispers on the margins of dreams.
What echoes in the hall of shrouded ports where every unwritten song is a sigh? Here, I unravel the sweet infinity through a lattice of invisible fingertips.
Invisible mirrors facing unseen selves, hover on air’s descent into silence, as I search through enriches nocturne for that memory of forgotten hues.
Each sigh is threaded with tapestries unspun,
in corridors that breathe beneath lids intrepid.
Ghostly narratives cast upon the domain—theirs, phantom limbs of thought wear memories unlived, together we stand, anticipators of unseen renown, under the cathedral of the nocturnal serenade.