Threaded Existence

the fabric of a moment

In avenues where the daylight hesitates, there breathes an ethereal truth shaded in the latticework of forgotten dreams, giving whispers to those who find themselves entangled in the labyrinthine jaunt of chance encounters, where even an unfinished sunrise becomes a tapestry binding yesterday's echoes with tomorrow's longing.

a splinter of twilight

By the cobblestones slick with silver dew, in the shadow of echoing footsteps, are cobwebbed realms inhabited by phantoms of our former reflections, hemmed in silken threads of dawn's paling glow, where languishing apparitions rest upon the edges of the curious void, like undone skeins of once-held certainties.

eternal dialogues with unseen winds

Carried upon zephyrs are tales spun from the lips unspeaking, their secrets weaving clouds into the rivets of time knew no steel could slice; instead, eternity glimmers thread-bare, an opalescent shimmer afloat a sea-bound sky, curving around the questionable horizons of our sewn memories, unfurling now, and forevermore.