The Weaving Whisper
When the silver shadows kiss the emerald stars,
thoughts intertwine with marzipan echoes,
floating on waves of eiderdown and mist.
Far away in the corners of the night,
a hastily scribbled oath hides in the shade.
Have you listened to the trembling roses sing?
In their petals dwell the songs of ages,
beyond the reach of time's shadowy tendrils.
Cast off your earthly chains, join the dance,
where every sigh births yet another universe.
Pulsing Mirage
This realm, woven with threads of twinkling night,
brims with whispers of forgotten reverie.
A phantom carousel spins in ageless twilight,
dinosaurs of clashing color blind the stars.
Breathe in the fractal rhymes the constellations
sing, and sketch them across the woven dusk.
Let every breath be a distance traversed,
in realms where time is naught but a song.