In a whisper of twilight, we wade into the lagoon of our own longing,
where kisses live unrelenting, framed by surreal mist and echoes.
Time pulsed between us—
A paradoxical thrum; a symphony of heartbeats woven into shadows, an old love,
yet as fresh as the dawn breaking dream.
Lost, in the sweet stagnation,
we shuffle through impressions twice-worn,
see, the moon reads our every moment.
Inviting barriers to fall like autumn leaves.
What if love whispered in code, oh sweet strange calculus,
Melted echoes bouncing softly against timeless night?
Let your footsteps be coated with the stillness—
an embrace capturing yesterday and tomorrow in each inhalation.