Beneath the crust of stars where silence
Scripts its shadowed tongue beneath tongues
Somnolent springs of golden revolutions
Circulate unseen among celestial veins.
The alchemy of hours spills moths and pearls
Through fragmented mirrors unnoticed yet bright
As unseen gods spin lost destinies
Into the fabric of night’s distorted womb.
Cells of time breathe deeply as lilies inhaled
Through the frost of yesterdays wrapped
In halos of half-remembered spice,
As each revolution turns unseen from dawn.