Hermetic shades are born of conical memories
as they slide into the astrolabe
of the fading crescent.
They wander like emotional filigree,
trying to enchant tender visions,
but stumble upon pirouette desires
that resemble syllables
whispered at sunset.
They awaken slow-moving meanders of sloth
and explore
the velvety art of time management.
They signal cosmic shivers
before disappearing
in iridescent passages,
in swirls of impulse
and in sounds that flood the waves.
