Whispering Layers

Beneath moon-shadow light, cerulean dreams sketched in hollow eulogies;
The horizon hums softly, painting echoes of what could have been,
Autumn leaves twisting, woven into synchronistic caramel threads.

Rivers of forgotten melodies trace the wrinkles of ancient stone,
Timeless as laughter that's never heard but felt,
Awakening the shores of our furthest hearts.

Murmuring streets of woven veils linger past twisted skies,
Whispering nostalgia as rain bleeds stars on window panes.
The spectrum writes us an undersea ballad: in purples, in greens,
Every note spins into infinity.

Layers upon layers, veiling words weaves forth the spirit's ballet,
Golden embraces fade, not unlike flickering candles when
Embraced by shadows playing, eternally and ever.

Eyes cast through seasons that mock their rhymes,
Yet phoenixes roam enviable landscapes, igniting
Constellations with promises of the not-yet-known.