Time Warped Lullaby

When the clock whispers the secrets of shadows...
... a silver thread unravels...
Too soft, too tender for the grasp of reason.
The lullaby sways, drifting through dreamscapes
and nebulous moments, applause at dawn's breath,
where memories flicker like distant constellations —
fleeting yet eternal in the echo-chamber of thought.

A whispering branch... winds carry the tales of thought,
porcelain dreams wrapped in velvet twilight,
slipping away like sand through anxious fingers...
A moonlit gaze... lingering with unspoken elegies,
where were the frayed ends of laughter...