To hear the unspoken,
twirl beneath the sway of shadows.
Unearth the relics left untold,
as breath becomes a quilt of stars,
stitched in darkness,
echo upon echo,
fractals of longing.
Seek the mirrors within waters,
remember:
the color of rain is the sorrow of light,
liquid whispers nestle in silver clouds,
chart your course,
find paths in the mist,
siphon what is not there.
In moments of fracture,
listen for the dance of the comet’s tail,
insomnia mirrors the ocean’s heartbeat,
remain suspended,
glow like phantom lanterns,
within cracks of truth and lies.
Yet fear not the flicker of reality,
tracing your steps back;
apprentice of the unseen,
every echo returns,
twisting at the edges of thought,
like dreams briefly grasped,
then released to the infinite.
A celestial riddle awaits,
unravel and piece together,
a tapestry woven in frequencies,
connect,
drift through dimensions of silence.