In the capsule of light,
the murmurs coil like smoke,
reaching out, yearning to touch
the fabric of stillness,
weaving dreams in spectral threads.
A gentle luminescence;
whispers synchronizing with silence,
a dance of cosmic echoes
in a realm where thoughts exist,
unbound yet tenderly restrained.
Listen, oh traveler of time,
the light speaks with a tongue
forged of a thousand dawns;
its cry, an intertwined melody
of solitude and celestial embrace.