In the vast tapestry of our collective slumber, where echoes of past kisses linger on the breeze, I wander. Your shadow dances just beyond reach, a constant in my dreams like the gentle pull of a lover's embrace.
Does it not astonish you, the depth of feeling
an ephemeral touch can leave? Like morning dew
tracing delicate patterns on skin,
vanishing yet embedded deep within memory.
Oh, for the chance to chase one more soliloquy
through this cosmic ballroom, where stars twinkle
like the silent applause of distant souls.
Hold my breath in your hand, each gasp a lineage of words unspoken, inked not in letters but with the shy warmth of starshine curling at our edges. Between the voids, there is a caress only the bold dream of daring to seek — a bridge across silent abysses.