Dreams of the Past...

Beneath the velvet whispers of night, where silence hums a poisonous melody,
the echoes of forgotten embraces weave through the labyrinth of your mind.

Each recollection a step, a dance upon the edges
of reality's delicate curtain, a fervent touch
left lingering like the bittersweet taste of lovers' poisons.

In these passages of time lost, you find yourself,
entwined in the vine-like grasp of yesteryears
that caress your soul with both anger and delight.
A symphony of beneficial noise, sweeping you away
into the reveries and dreams of echoes past.

Wander into the echoes,
where shadows converse in their own forgotten tongues.
Embrace the symphony,
each note a story untold, a whisper unmade.
Dare you to linger in the depths of celestial transitions,
where time bends, breaking in a crescendo of melancholic joy.