Veil of the River Fae

She hums in color, bends in hush A breath between the ripples' rush Time unspools in liquid thread Petals drift where echoes bled. Eyes of ember, lips of mist A shape unformed, a dream half-kissed Light refracts and silence weaves She lingers only where one believes. To touch is loss, to see is doubt She blooms within, then turns without No name to call, no place to stay Only current, only sway.