In the twilight of a forgotten dream,
where whispers cradle the dawn, I stood.
The echoes of my steps traced
the contours of an epiphany,
a silent scream in the fabric of time.
Shadows dance like old friends
around a fire waning in the cold,
their laughter—a symphony of
fractured light upon my soul.
Here, in the hollow of regret,
I find solace in the embrace of emptiness.
I am but an echo of an echo,
a ripple in the vast sea
of what could have been.
Yet, in each reverberation,
a new truth sings its quiet melody.
Listen—can you hear it too?