Once, when the sun melted softly beneath the horizon,
whispers danced upon the petals of marigolds,
speaking tender secrets of forgotten realms,
where the air sings tales of the shadows' return.
Take a plunge to remembrance.
Delicate echoes of distant laughter shimmer,
adrift like mist weaved through the plumes of dusk;
ethereal glances exchanged under autumn's golden cloak.
Listen as the silence weaves stories forgotten by time,
and pass through invisible pathways etched in the sky.
Beyond the cobwebbed veil of reality,
are shadows painted blue in twilight's brushstroke;
the moon's embrace croons a timeless lullaby,
and whispers softly over brittle shores,
leading you to abandoned journeys immortalized in the mist.
For every sigh that rides a wayward breeze,
there’s a secret waltzing in the canopies of dreams.
Through this enchanted scenery, hum sing-song echoes
that never dared, never cared, in daylight’s grasp dance,
inviting footfalls into the pastel prisms of their serenade.
Follow the trail of reverie.