"The shadows of forgotten thoughts linger here", she whispered as the stars unraveled their cloaks and draped the moon in tapestry. Contents of tomorrow leaked into the interstices of today like the soothsayer's ink.
I often ponder:
When the rain coats time itself in liquid memory,
And when the trees whisper to the ground how the world shatters,
What does it taste like when gravity laughs?
Wonders drip, inevitability flows.