The Dreamer's Pen

Two rivers run, unseen, beneath

The skin of stars, where silence keeps.

One hums in shadow, one in flame,

Yet neither knows the other’s name.

A mirror breaks in a language lost,

Reflections drift, count no cost.

Bones of wind, whispers of rain,

Folded inside a secret chain.

Time blinks sideways, refusing doors,

We are the tremor on the floor.

Inkless words trace the hollow night,

And in the dark, we fuse, ignite.

Neither yours nor mine, yet both,

Two moths circling the same hidden oath.

Soul to soul, in a ciphered spin,

Where endings vanish, beginnings begin.