The Dawn of Illumination

An echo of silent night reverberates
through the corridors of unfound dreams,
as the sun spills liquid brilliance
over twinkling whispers of the horizon.

Stars, the scattered thoughts, diminish
in the face of morning's tender pulse—
a soft violence winning the eternal battle
between slumbering shadows and awakening light.

Let us ascend the treacherous stairs of thought,
to a gallery of petrichor paintings,
where canvases breathe the language
of celestial ink in fractured lines.
Retrace our steps or perhaps find yourself within the rhythm of verses, a harmonic journey awaits.