Ethereal Dreamscape

The sky hums low a silent tune

Clouds drift slow they watch the moon

Each step I take it fades away

Like echoes lost in yesterday

Whispers of the wind call my name

A fleeting sound it's never the same

I reach I grasp but it slips my hand

A melody sung by the shifting sand

The trees bow down in quiet grace

Their shadows dance a fleeting trace

Stars are spilling across the dark

A cosmic map without a mark

Whispers of the wind call my name

A fleeting sound it's never the same

I reach I grasp but it slips my hand

A melody sung by the shifting sand

I am the feather floating high

I am the question that asks why

I am the shimmer in the stream

The thread that ties the waking dream

Whispers of the wind call my name

A fleeting sound it's never the same

I reach I grasp but it slips my hand

A melody sung by the shifting sand