In shadows cast by lone lamps, a tale begins
of stars untold and moons unwritten.
Beneath the crystalline ripples of the past,
history sings of forgotten roads, invisible threads
waking dreams to solace her stone eyes.
Stillness, caught in a gilded cage of long-goodbyes,
sees the truth in silent verses;
woven tapestries of time’s paradox,
the curving melody born of stars
smolders gently through whispered chance.
And so echoes the lore, letters lisping through
the flame-dance of tomorrow’s reveries, believing.
The quiet chorus of steppe sands spreads
freely across the crystalline mosaic
of mysteries kept in ages chained beneath sighs.