From obscurity, strangers emerge like shadows of a forgotten dream
From obscurity, strangers emerge like shadows of a forgotten dream at the break of day,
vanishing like old dangers, whispering stories on the street of dreaming flowers,
where each passerby becomes a ghost of light in the twilight hour,
some exchanging sweet words, like echoes of bells in the evening breeze.
By my porch, a blackbird sings summer symphonies in the cradle of eternity,
red berries like rubies rest in a bowl, green butterflies like emeralds flutter,
the heart of the day turns into a dance of shadows and light, a sway of dreams,
where thoughts float like silk clouds in the sky of an ancient fairy tale.
Passersby, ephemeral smiles, eyes like stars seeking wishes in the distance,
the scent of jasmine flows like a river of sweet memories through forgotten corners,
a pink hummingbird pauses like a colorful dream in a world of silence and mystery,
and a yellow balloon rises, carried by the wind that whispers the secrets of summer.
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