In the void,
where silence speaks louder than the universe's screams,
a meek tether lingers,
holding on to the glimmer of celestial promises,
whispered songs of firefly constellations,
each spark a memory untold,
yearning cradle, the night enfolds me,
wrapped in shrouded voids,
echoing the screams I cannot speak,
for a voice exists only beyond the stars,
where hands of shadows weave the audible silence,
forgotten dreams dusted on meteor trails,
a tide of luminous secrets flows,{{break}}
washing over derelict thoughts,
the soul's journey stitched upon cosmic threads —
elusive, like starlight trapped in mortal eyes,
listening, whispering, forever fading...