In the murmur of leaves beneath tracks of amber skies,
A figure amongst shadows whispers lost destinies;
Between the timber trails where silver vapors glide,
Unseen words weave through the tapestry unwoven.
Encounters dreamlike – a clock without its hands,
Memories scattering beneath the mold of dusk;
Each syllable echoes the rhythm of silent storms,
As forgotten rivers hum in a lullaby unsung.
Paths diverge, yearning into the tendrils of the night,
A canvas of stars charting the course of phantoms;
Resting by slumbering tides, the heart finds solace —
In echoes once spoken, a destiny recalls its name.
Journey onward through the illusions of time,
To realms of amber tranquility and ethereal sighs;
Forge anew the unwritten and dance with the echoes —
Follow the footprints
Across coral isles
Beneath the unbound tides