glowing embers stir ripples of illusion defined
tickling the sky with a dance
released up to chance
mystifying expiration appears alive in the distance
unspoken elucidation against the memories of the mind
capturing a wistful stare
a childlike glare
reflecting if life could really exist there
wind whispers across trembling fingers of the blind
lost within stillness of space
the essence of grace
falling silent as time across the tranquil surface
