In shadows deep, the whispers weave,
Beneath the lunar tapestry, they sigh,
Threads of fate, in strands of silver, braided,
Questions lost, in the murmur of time.
Dreamscape Labyrinths
Constellations of forgotten paths, where echoes linger—
Laughter fades to whispers as dusk embraces the light.
Unseen hands plucking notes from the cosmic harp,
A symphony of destinies; strings of the heart would speak,
Entwined in silence, unraveling mysteries wrapped in vulnerability,
As threads of fate intertwine, dissolve, and mend.
Myriad Melodies
Stirring, shifting, words unspoken dwell in the glow;
Kinship with the stars speaks in soft laments.
Touch the unknown with tentative fingers,
For whispers in the dusk paint the horizon,
Caressing the night with fragrant stars—unsigned postcards
Sent from realms beyond, unto the dreamer's home.