It stands as a testament,
An introspective allure.
Like a whisper among the stars,
Touching the edge of the infinite.
Footsteps echo softly on this alien shore,
The land of whispered thoughts,
Understanding carved from the ethereal sand.
Consider the needle, piercing the heavens,
How do we, but ants, scale the vast skies,
Searching for whispered truths in the constellations?
Reflections
A path tangled in cosmic silk and scattered whispers,
Leaves rooms unspoken, gates unopened,
Yet footprints save the paradox of time.
What dreams do the needles gather in the steel grip of time,
Burdened not by purpose?
Only dew and stardust know their names.
Steel Dreams