Through the silver bars of time, you have reason to bathe your eyes in tears

Through the silver bars of time, you have reason to bathe your eyes in tears, Your soul a grain of sand in the hourglass measuring the turmoil of worlds, I, a traveler on a ship of shadows, have been shipwrecked on shores of oblivion, And I recognize, in the gleam of celestial recognition, my misunderstood storms. Weep, my love, a crystal flower under the full moon, weep without cause, Dream mists gather over the seas of yearning, where we rowed together, My words, butterflies of ash that break their wings against the wind of silence, Under the night's gaze, where falling stars inscribe their ephemeral promises. Carve a path in the enchanted forest of variegated memories, Where your bare feet dance on the carpet of soothing leaves, I have erred, and the echoes of my mistake bloom on white branches of rowan, Drenched in the cold kiss of the moon, a song lost in the sea of eons. Lay your sadness on the marble steps that lead to the palace of memory, Where each stone is a dream tumbled from the carousel of our hopes, In our deserted kingdom, where time beats to the rhythm of prodigal hearts, My shadowy king, I the forgotten princess, we find each other in the unseen dance of the flame. Weep, to water the hidden garden where love still timidly blossoms, In the depths of our secret cave, the golden fish of hope swim free, Crafting tapestries from your breath, a living canvas of what might still be, Oh, Time, arch yourself in reveries of beauty, over the abyss of loss, To weave for me, in the unnamed altar, a cloak of forgiveness, astral and mythic.