In the silence of half-formed illusions,
where the gnaw of truth meets the tender veil of night,
glimpses of forgotten constellations thrash gently.
A lantern sways in the whispering fog,
reflecting fragmented memories
captured in crystalline cages of starlight.
Follow the path woven of songs left unsung,
beneath the ghostly echo of a spectral truth.
An ethereal dawn breaks, shrouded in
the chorus of light that dances beyond reach.
And who are we, but shadows tracing
the outlines of thoughts on
the canvas of quiet, whispered space?