Dreamdance of the Cosmic Wind

In the forever forest,
where whispers grew legs and danced,
the cosmic wind played its eternal song.
Ribbons of light entwined with whispers,
rustling secrets through stardust branches.
Stars blink an ancient rhythm along this invisible waltz.

Stars pull tides,
                                        though we stand still,
their motions synchronize hearts with wounds healed by time.
                                    Every breath changes us,
                                    we shift with knowledge we never owned
                                                                          buried in root whispers.
The stream murmured with flames unseen
                igniting the harmonious air
                    only stopped momentarily by flight of say, an owl.

Into this scene, we wander,
       lost and yet home.
       Hands cupped skyward,
fingertips trace across star-sprinkled nights,
finding echoes in welcoming darkness.