On the shore of silence, my shadow drifts, a ship adrift

On the shore of silence, my shadow drifts, a ship adrift, Waves in the night, stirring depths where silent songs break in contemplation, I was just a step, a stray step, on the edge of the abyss to tumble, One step and the soul would be enchanted by echo, in a whirl of extinguished stars. I float among the relics of time: old wood and withered shell, A ghost in the cell of my own force, hidden behind walls of sand. I hum softly, a refrain of departure, to leave the city of ghosts, Lost on spirals of wind, where memories are chains of rust. Karma sweeps with the bow over strings that no longer resonate, Silence instead of chords; only old refrains obsess me. I hum blues in thought, with an ancestral weight in my stomach, Hope tangled in a snare, in the rattling of the string that hands catch. Barred windows, wallpapered pulse, the external world just a ripe fantasy, You can't catch a breath, not when dreams are nails caught under the ground. But she came and from old abysses extended a comforting hand to me, "Offer me just a moment, astral fisher," whispering a call to illuminate. With the courage of a star commander, she serenaded me, catching me by surprise, With eyes burning like two submerged suns, wearing flames as a celestial cloak. Tempted by her outline, dancing through the twilight, her silhouette slicing the darkness, I returned her smile and rolled the dice in the game of lights and shadows. Under a dome of nights, we shed any common right, Where the lambs of the sky were our witnesses, and the waves were a song for the jury of silence. In horizons, laws were written in foam; perhaps the birds watched us with interest, If they had called for the land captains, we might have been washed ashore by waves. Not all risks deserve fringes of hope in the dance under the moon, Sometimes even the boldest steps don't find their rhythm over the drowsy waters, But the answer under the stars was to accept the challenge, to question the sky, To play the high stake, though I never pretend, she was a mystery full of color. It's enough to fall into unexpected luck When you bet on a pair sought in sleepless dreams, Weaving real with imaginary, on beaches beyond time.