Beyond these gates
lies an expanse
echoing not even the softest breath.
Invisible light casts down,
though no sun lingers here,
creating silhouettes
of memories and whispers.
The past rains in silent reverie,
each drop an echo
falling through corridors of calm.
Listen, they say,
to the voice not heard but felt.
What silence holds can only be imagined.
In the realm of visible absence,
we sketch the shadows we fear,
and understand
the silence was always, and forever will be, ours.