In the echoes, where the dawn once spoke,
shadows waltz in a silent hymn.
The intervisions glean like dew on forgotten dreams,
woven in the tales of dusk-touched souls.
Fragmented memories linger; an oblique gaze upon the horizon's sigh.
Listen: the winds carry stories of the empty vibrant paths,
lost to the heartbeats of wandering stars
that twinkled in yesterday's dew.
And so we wander—tentative footprints
echoing in eternity's luminous grasp.
Traverse further, across the crystalline spans.
Embrace the silenced symphonies of the unseen.
Every stitch in time
that met the loom
of cosmic absurdity
finds sanctuary
within the vestige
of resplendent intermissions.