I linger in shadows, caught in the riddle of silence.
Frayed thoughts dance like moths on forgotten candle flames.
Inhaling aromas of longing as dusk kisses the horizon.
Time unfurls like an old scroll.
Fingers trace the echoes of unspoken truths.
Moments ripple through my being; passion unspent.
Which fragments of dreams still dwell in dark corners?
And where did the laughter go, engulfed by the tears?
Achingly aware of beauty; it hovers just out of reach.
Can you hear the cries of souls intertwined?
Find the Pulse