In the expanse of untold whispers,
there lies a division of clouds -
torn by silent screams.
Ventures escape, finding paths
where light's tombstone stands guard.
Dark currents coil beneath the dusk;
shadows of forgotten dreams,
wrap streaks of azure in chains—
a sky longing for redeeming echoes.
Each breath, a scream locked into orbit.
Touch the horizon where silence uplifts,
carried by wings made of night,
piercing through, a venture grows
into hues of sorrow’s embrace—
hidden screams in a landscape barren.