In whispered shadows, stories linger, untold
Echoes of forgotten songs, floating
In the interstice, where dreams collide
A breath, a heartbeat, a moment suspended.
The sky, a tapestry of memory and desire
Threads woven by hands unseen
A symphony of silence, aching, yearning
To break free, to escape the confines of time.
Do you hear them? The silent cries
Of a thousand unsung tales, unraveling
In the twilight of understanding, obscured
By the veil of a waking world.
And what of the paths untraveled?
The echoes call, soft as a lover’s sigh
Leading to realms of possibility
Where the horizon kisses the sea of dreams.