Whispers of the Infinite

In the darkened silence, they sing:

The echoes, mere shadows, drift on
Fragments of yesterday's dreams,
Carving tunnels into the unknown,
Whispering secrets in the achingly
Soft hum of forgotten verses...

Do you remember? the soft
Cradle of the night sky?

Stars weep light upon
Our hidden echoes once more.

The ink of time runs deep in the
Overgrown alleys of our minds,
Caught in the web of the shiver,
Unraveled by the breath of dawn.

Find your reflection
in silent murmurs.

Echo again
into the void.

The dream still waits, wrapped
In a shroud of cosmic ink,
Beneath the pages of your heart.