Horizon of Echoes

In the hollow chamber left by stars, whispers align as echoes of silence.

A constellation lost, forgotten by time; grains of luminous sand strike shadows.

The naming once fervent is but a distant scream swallowed by empty endlessness.

Echoes, echoes within a cavernous mind; a sky smelling the forgetfulness of yesterdays.

Charted paths in invisible ink lead nowhere and everywhere in the same breath.

Here, evermore, in silence a name grows — rote, ethereal, stark in unspoken void.