Night creaks upon stale echoes,
whispers of the unsung sun,
tales caught in the yawning dusk.
A gentle chime lingers on:
"When the moon spills shadows..."
round and round they go—
lost, unspoken, forever unwritten.
Go to Murmurs
Repeat the voice heard before,
a siren's sigh caught in a net of moonlight,
whispering—rain to kin,
returning the familiar refrain.
"When the stars watch over us..."
echo, echo—never silence, never peace.
Enter the Sea Whisper
Yet again the needle drops—whisper...
A chant of forgotten promises.
Reverberations of voices past,
each sob or giggle caught in meandering airways.
"For the dawn comes..." repeat, repeat still.
The Circle Returns