nestled in the stillness, the breath of twilight murmurs
about shadows, who dance without feet, grazing the soft ground
clouded by solitude, specters weave through the
mist, hinting at stories untold
    fleeting like dreams upon waking,
tales of a lighthouse yet extinguished,
reflecting the unexplored nooks of pale dawn
that embraces silence as an old friend.

Find the Lighthouse      Catch a Whisper