Drifting Specter

"Through the veil of the ever-turning cosmos, a presence lingers — neither here nor there, but always everywhere."

Time, the silent tapestry weaver,
in the margins, a gentle specter creeps.
What form do dreams take?
- Alphabet of stardust
- Ink of shadows on moonlit paper
Etches a map of lost echoes.

Scribbles guarded by the dawn,
Dancers on the thread of now and then.
A laugh,
A sigh,
A whisper in the folds of eternity.

Do you hear, do you listen,
to the symphony of forgotten hues?
Seek, but do not find...