Sibilant echoes touch the gentle precipice of consciousness,
an unseen voice curling through the labyrinth of aged trees.
What binds the whispering breeze to thoughts unspoken,
yet understood in the silence of heartbeats aligned with stars?
Between the void and the orbit of subtle events,
stands a bridge braided with strands of forgotten dreams.
Resinous memories adhered to the fibers of time,
casting shadows of symbiotic lyrics as days entwine in rhythm.
Reflective currents murmur secrets revealed,
symphonies woven through the invisible loom of fate.
Does the whisper know as it dances upon the skin of the world,
the truths it breathes into the sanctuary of knowing?