In the twilight whispers of a winding storm,
Where shadows meet the edge of sparking dawn,
Gears of curious echoes turn in silence,
Casting prayers on porcelain hosts.
Whims of a delicate clockwork mind,
Dare to dream through the spaces between breaths.
Unlocked but unspoken, a doorway lies,
An open horizon made of metaphors.
The clock ticks but seldom listens.
Listen closer to the wonderless voids.