Twilight Murmurs
the clock lingers, hands entwined in a delicate war dance
whispers of the moon caress the edges of my dreams
shadows spill secrets from corners unvisited
a lone star blinks, coding its message in light
silence sings, an aria of forgotten alleys and open doors
Ink Trails
// i was here, once upon a shadowed juncture — a dot, a line, a curve in the cosmos\\
Echoes of Dawn
the first light of day spills over the horizon, painting everything in hues unattainable by night
consciousness unfurls, a slow awakening of whispered voices
each step forward imprints a story on the canvas of the earth
dew-kissed grass, an orchestra playing the symphony of beginning
murmurs of the past linger in the air, caught in the web of time
i hear your footsteps in the rain, tracing outlines in puddles like memories
ghosts of conversations flow through the trees, their leaves shivering in understanding
unraveling my thoughts, a slow unraveling — like the dawn itself
Silent Vista
Chasing Stars