Through the fingered twilight
A whisper starts its journey
on the edge of a thought, bending
around sorrow's soft corners.
Walk the forgotten corridors; breathless,
heartbeats linger between each gate
opening to rooms of wonder and shadows,
mirroring tales of an age untold.
Beyond the door's hush, silence swells,
echoing the song hidden within dreams
and the heart's eternal prayer,
woven in the loom of stars.
Drawn to the silence, we ask:
What lies beyond?
Whisper or Roar?
Eternity Echoes