The Unspoken

Whispers of golden dreams flutter by, the silence of lost city echoes.

Lush shadows weave through fractured light, cocooned in memories untouched.

Infinite night reveals spectral figures, dancing beneath unseen eyes.

A still longing rests upon the surface, harbored secrets swimming free.

Fractals of thought take their leave; it's time, perhaps, for a new genesis...

Amorphous soup, connections untangled, rhythm detached from its fabric.

Fleeting silence gives birth to whispers, fragments unbroken yet intertwined.

A memory-long forgotten resurfaces, shifting sands beneath the precipice of thought.