It began with a shift. A gentle ripple through the cosmos,
invisible yet profoundly felt, like a whisper across quiet shores.
Maybe it was the sky's way of telling tales
of celestial dances that spun in forgotten rhythms.
I heard it once and never ceased to chase
the echoes of its faint, tantalizing call.
On nights drenched in deep velvet blues and muted star-glistens,
paths diverge at every heartbeat. Choices,
unseen and untaken, cling like shadows
to the spectral trail,
always beckoning. The light shifts—subtle,
yet it carves out worlds of possibility
with every flicker that reflects in unseen pools.
Alone amidst swirling prisms,
unveiled only by the soft breath of cosmic winds,
I find solace—not in solitude—but
in the company of stars as old as time itself.
Here in the vast cloak of night,
where silence reigns supreme,
my story intertwines with
the shifting colors of the universe.
I may not understand the language of the stars,
but their spectral shifts narrate a truth,
unspoken yet evident in every hue.
And as I navigate through this cosmic maze,
I realize it’s not about where I’m headed,
but the beauty found in each transient moment.
Drift into further reflections:
Iridescent Echoes
Nebula Dreams
Opacity of Time