In the night where shadows linger wide,
Velvet murmurs carry me away,
Beneath the frozen stars I glide,
Lost in the dance of the whispers they say.
Fractured tides pull me under the waves,
Where secrets sleep on the ocean floor,
Luminous veil of the moonlight paves,
The path to dreams I’m yearning for.
Caught in the spectral glow of the hour,
Time drips slowly like melted wax,
With every heartbeat, I feel the power,
Of the stories etched in the cracks.
Cascading frost on the windowpane,
Paints a gallery of silent cries,
And in the stillness, I find the pain,
Of somber echoes beneath the skies.
But the night will pass, and mornings will chase,
This ache that's woven in the fabric of time,
With every breath, I reclaim my space,
Finding the courage to turn every rhyme.
Obsidian drift, wrapping me tight,
In a tapestry of the dark and the light,
I’ll rise like the dawn, with my heart wide awake,
Embracing the journey in every step I take.
So let the frost fall and the whispers play,
I’m learning to cherish the faded display,
With luminous hopes, I meet the new day,
And sail through the depths, come what may.
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Obsidian drift, velvet murmurs, spectral glow, fractured tides, luminous veil, cascading frost, somber echoes