Fingers Through The Void

A hush in the breath of a breaking tide, held in the space where echoes fade. Eclipsed between the stars that guide, ashen light on glass is laid.

Ribbons wove where none could see, threaded quiet, bound in air. Only silence answered me, fingers reaching, touching nowhere.

Gilded mist in fractured blue, laced where voices turn to stone. A name once traced where fire grew, slips beneath the dusk alone.

Steady walls that time unwrote, torn by winds that shape the past. Every vow that lips once spoke, a hollow sound, too thin to last.

Dust and shadow mark the steps, yet leave no path for feet to claim.

Years dissolve in whispered breath, etched in frost that speaks no name. Tethers bend but never break,

Fingers press through unseen seams, ridges carved in shattered dream. A tether sways, too soft to take, gaps unfilled by things unseen. I swore the shape still lay in wait, longing cast in mirrored grey. Echoed winds still bear the weight, empty hands that slip away.

Beneath the hush of fractured light, under echoes, under stone. I swore I felt the glass ignite, but ghosts are never truly known.

The weight of breath, the hush of bone, fragments held, yet left to be. Ruptured glass will stand alone, a heart once whole, now lost to me. Glass may hold, but if you see It shatters where the fault lines bleed.