Stars spilled their secrets into the ocean's embrace,
where waves danced in the rhythm of celestial sighs.
A silent poem etched upon the horizon,
lost below the canvas of dreams.
Within the ink-blotted pages of the night,
I scribbled my heart into a constellation,
whispered fragments of a forgotten lullaby,
echoing in the chambers of time.
Find the clouds basking in the truth of silver secrets,
beneath the watchful gaze of the crescent moon.
Beneath the etching sky of lavender hues,
shadows dance in the memory of light.
A chorus of wind sings to the wildflowers,
weaving stories within a tapestry of stars.
Distant echoes sigh through the pines,
as if recalling laughter from another time,
a thread binding your mystery and mine,
woven together in dreamtime's embrace.
Unraveled roots of ancient tales lie sleeping,
in the cradle of twilight's lingering caress.
In silent vigil, the sea holds its breath,
as dawn spills color across its mirrored soul.
A symphony of waves, each note a heartbeat,
a dance of the unseen beneath the veil.
Can you hear the echoes of forgotten songs,
woven into the fabric of our now?
Listen close, and you may catch a glimpse
of kaleidoscopic visions unfolding in time.
Journey through the
mysteries that lie beyond,
where every breath of the wind tells a tale.