Drifting Whispers ...

   
Drifting yes we all drifting in meaning,  
In the hushwhirl of the gloamnest deep,  
Where solshivers dance and soft dreams keep,  
A thistledrift of thoughts takes flight,  
Beneath the gentle lunebloom night.  
   
Starbreath hums in the dewy air,  
A mournkiss lingers light, yet rare.  
Echolure calls from misted past,  
While velvifade shadows slip so fast.  
   
Frostwhim stirs in autumn’s glow,  
Driftember leaves begin to flow.  
Through wistgrove halls where echoes stray,  
Mistril sighs and fades away.  
   
Yet in the dawn, a dewhymn pure,  
Lingers softa sighnure sure.  
   
*DEFINITIONS*
   
Lunebloom – The quiet unfolding of a moonlit night.  
Thistledrift – A wandering thought, light as a feather.  
Hushwhirl – The sound of silence spinning in the wind.  
Starbreath – A fleeting moment of cosmic wonder.  
Mournkiss – The gentle ache left behind by a memory.  
Echolure – A sound that calls you back to forgotten places.  
Solshiver – That tiny tremor when the sun touches your skin.  
Velvifade – The slow, soft disappearance of something once cherished.  
Frostwhim – A sudden, delicate longing that feels like winter.  
Dewhymn – The silent music of early morning drops.  
Gloamnest – The comfort found in twilight’s embrace.  
Driftember – The fading warmth of autumn memories.  
Mistril – A breeze carrying whispers of distant places.  
Sighnure – The invisible mark left by a deep exhale.  
Wistgrove – A forest of thoughts lost in nostalgia.  
   
In case you wondering what these magical words mean