The winds carry whispers of forgotten empires,
frost-kissed dreams etched upon the memory of spring.
Silhouettes of wandering hearts pass upon this untangled path,
where the moonlight implores each ember to sing.
Embrace the tapestry, woven by transient stars,
stitched with erratic pulses of an ebony dawn.
Like nebulous ink upon the shore,
the paper boats sail into silence, reborn.
Oh, languid rivers, bear witness to our clandestine tales,
where horizons bend and break in reverie,
staining the skies with imprints of our unspoken fates.
Untoggle the locks of your heart, dear wanderer.
What caresses exist in shadows untraveled,
what electrifying solace awaits the wayward soul?
Fade into euphoria, intoxicated by the walk,
to find solace not in destination, but in the losing of control.