At dusk I sail a velvet sea

Listening to stars sing softly to me

Candyfloss clouds, in stretches they lie

Their whispers are hushed, by the night sky

I ride a boat of woven thread,

Its sail stitched from words unsaid,

It drifts to a place maps do not chart

Tracing the realm of my shadowed heart

The moon pours ink into the waves,

It writes in runes the soul once saved

While somewhere beneath the foam

Sleeps every thought I’ve left unknown

A lighthouse made of shattered clocks

Spins light through time’s forgotten box

And guides me past what I believe

Towards all I’ve lost, but still must grieve

But even there, in storm or gleam

The dream glows warm; a quiet seam

It dances and flickers, calling to me

To follow it over the velvet sea.