Between the echoes lies a song,
an abortion of dreams jettisoned,
melting away like nectar in moonlit fog.
waves of silence ripple, refracting broken truths
into visions set adrift on fog-laden rivers
where time cradles the unborn tangle of yesterdays.
They tremble, these whispered souls,
fragments adorned with shimmering armor
slipping softly through empyrean blinds.