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CELESTIAL TIDES

By Vera Von Monika

I. Dawn of Shadows
The city sleeps beneath a silver veil,
streets curling like ribbons of smoke.
I walk alone, yet the echoes follow,
soft as memory, sharp as the edge of a note.
Windows flicker… tiny constellations
trapped in glass…and I reach for them,
though the cold never answers.

II. The Gathering
Somewhere, a piano hums in the dark,
its keys pressed by fingers I cannot see.
Each chord pulls me closer to a truth
that glimmers just beyond the curve of the horizon.
I trace the sound,
finding it tangled with wind,
threaded through rain,
woven into every breath of the night.

III. Whispers of Fire
A shadow moves against the light,
not human, not quite ghost,
but something in between
a flame wrapped in silk.
I follow, heart drumming a rhythm
older than the moon,
as sparks scatter across the asphalt
and the air smells like graphite and longing.

IV. The Crescendo
Time bends around us,
a river folding in on itself.
I hear voices, mine, yours, and those unnamed…
converging in a swell of resonance.
Each note a step, each pause a breath,
every glance a chord stretched
until it trembles against the night.
The skyline burns with quiet fury,
and I understand:
we are both conductor and storm.

V. Aftermath
Morning breaks, but the city has changed.
Shadows linger in corners,
footsteps etch patterns in the light.
I carry the music in my chest,
a score no hand can write,
yet every pulse sings it true.
Even when you vanish,
even when silence reigns,
the tides of our being
still ripple through the cosmos,
forever unfinished, forever ours.

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