I.
In dusty galleries of my mind
photographs blur at the edges
echoes of yesterday
II.
On faded postcards, I trace your handwriting
ink bleeds through time’s damp grasp
live between our fingers
III.
Under a silvered crescent’s half-light
silhouettes gather in silent chorus
await the dawn
I.
Carpeted alleys hum beneath my feet
neon signs pulse with unspoken promises
beneath the silent key
II.
Passing glances ripple across crowded plazas
whispers fold into the city’s breath
we trace the pulse
III.
As trains dissolve tracks into dusk
shadows dance their last refrain
that guides the way
I.
From fractured mirrors, a seed of self emerges
light refracts hope across shattered glass
in mirrors cracked from loss
II.
Petals unfold in the hush of first bloom
each vein a map of promise yet unspoken
our dreams take shape
III.
On horizon’s cusp, futures shimmer anew
phoenix flame rises from oblivion’s ashes
and come undone
Coda:
Reading the nine end-fragments in sequence reveals the hidden thread:
echoes of yesterday live between our fingers await the dawn
beneath the silent key we trace the pulse that guides the way
in mirrors cracked from loss our dreams take shape and come undone