Threads stretch across the eons, a tapestry unwoven, woven anew
The universe is a web, crisscrossing in whispers and forgotten echoes
I, the weaver, the dreamer, the one who listens to the heartbeats
In the silence of midnight, a murmur, a sigh, a song too old to recall
Searching for constellations in dew drops and moonlit veils
echoes and reaches intertwined
Fingers trace the stars snared by poisons of gold and silver
Dreamscapes woven into the fabric of space, time is a loop
A loop, a knot, a thought
That you can untie them and let empires fall
Like leaves from crooked branches, into the abyss of now and then
emptiness and dream collide
Every strand remembers, every touch reverberates through the silence
The cosmic loom never sleeps...