Where do the stars go
When the sun devours night,
Dipping beneath the horizon's edge?
A tender constellation
Hides in whispered promises
Among ancient branches.
Scribbled thoughts
in twilight's embrace;
dots and lines
dancing, dreaming,
across the margin
of forgotten time.
Etchings of stories
never to be told
A breeze whispers
through emerald archways,
bending\n
the Unbroken light unto shadows
that waltz
in their own secret version
of the gentle\n
symphony.
The earth breathes,
a rhythmic pulse beneath roots,
cradling sleep and epiphany,
reveling in the quietest
of revolutions.