Hidden Echoes

In the cavern of remains,
Touchable stars whisper secrets
to the dreamers' forgotten hands.

"Who's there?" they ask
but only shadows waltz in reply.

Beneath the silvered rain,
paths unwalked weave
tales of invisible hues.

"A friend," echoes yet again,
through laughter carved in silence.

Here lies a cradle of echoes,
cradling tales untold,
longing for a child's breath
to awaken their slumber.