In the clandestine vaults where sunbeams tremble to touch the surface,
Amid silken curtains of the midnight hour—
One uncovers whispers of forgotten dreams, elusive wraiths of tender melancholy,
Etching syllables in the fabric of reality's weave.
Breaths held in vacuums sculpt moments where paint croons on flesh,
Blues harmonize with whispered golds, somnolent lilacs spin tales of
ephemeral symphonies lost amidst verdant corridors of thought.
Would you pluck these reveries through crystalline ether?
Crossing waves as transparent fish sprout ideas unvoiced by lips sunk low,
Eyes feast on the "barefoot melody" that protrudes through polychromatic fog praying for sound,
Tumultuous hearts fall easy on swelling tremors set to the rhythm of mysteriously burgeoning basslines.
Venture here:
Aquatic Tapestries
To the center and yet the margins bloom an unharvested marigold tongue,
Time sweeps aside gauntlet truths, strokes unfinished storylines until our ink
sweat sings consequence cloaked in velvet humor.
Inquirers can debates forequod:
Hesitant Helicodia
As bass throbs through panels an orchestra 'suffers' adherence, each emotion
Borrowed not borrowed clings to plane grazing shadows' godhead
Permit passage into deeper wisdom where ageless alchemy lingers.