In the corridors of sepia dusk,
where the murmurs of bygone whispers
ripple through tangled webs of stardust,
shadows weave forgotten verses,
hymns of an uncharted chronicle
floating amidst the twilight bloom.
Gazing skyward, dreamt horizons stir,
etched in the language of lost echoes,
a symphony of unspoken tomorrows.
What becomes of the inkless page
that yet holds the universe’s pulse,
thumping in sync with amber twilight?
Embark upon the voyage to silence,
where sounds become pottery of shadows,
cradled in the hands of cosmic muses,
tracing luminescent trails on capricious clouds.
Discover beauty’s forgotten creed at Echoes of Past.
For the awakening of gypsy stars,
transcends the veil of ordinary lament,
through the ardent embrace of night’s
cryptic, harmonious lullaby.
Write the unwritten, yield the unwieldy
at Refuge of Words.
So let the resonance of silence
sketch the elegy of onyx streams,
singing soft in the spaces between,
a tapestry of forgotten futures
entwined in the gossamer strands of dreams.