Whimsical Wonders

In the echoing silence of the cosmic void,
whispers forge sculptures of stardust dreams;
fluttering memories flutter like feathers,

Suspended, golden across the tapestry of twilight,
gather the dreamers where voyagers refuse to land,
adventurous sprites dance while petals climb the walls.

Wrestling with the squalling silence,
we unroll the papyrus, and ink-stained questions scatter—the
concatenation of echoes solidifies the common thread:

A wind in whispers, amystic star,
burning still beneath a quilt of forget-me-not hues,
The truth of our ever-wondering eyes augments another dream.

Twist the color spectrum, weave it in shadows—