Temporal Riddle

A quiet blue hush,
in the intensity of knowing. 
My world maps towards yours.

These midnight corridors — 
haunted for too long. 
Our temporal riddle
shrouding the way.

Choices, though, 
splinter the ever creeping dark. 
Together. 
A spell unbroken.

Lyrical nuances
solidify into permanence.
The spectres of 
half-remembered melodies
line-up for the dance.

“My love,
this time will you stay?”

The autumn trees 
asking their leaves
not to fall.