Drifting Down Glassy Rivers

Your shadow rests. Like dust on my window. A whisper of light.

So close. Already gone. I'm drifting down on glassy rivers. Carrying echoes,

but the current pulls away. Between the stars and the scars of midnight.

Only your breathing in my ear remains. The hours are hollow.

Like abandoned streets. Unfolding the time. But it falls apart again. I'm drifting down

on glassy rivers. Carrying echoes, but the current pulls away. Between the stars

and the scars of midnight. Only your breathing in my ear remains.

Maybe I'll find you. In the silence beyond. Maybe you'll hold