Who dances in the ether,
when the light goes silent?
Echoes of thoughts left unseen,
trace patterns on the cosmic canvas.
We are but silhouettes,
cast by an illumination
unfelt, undreamed,
stretching vast across
horizons of the mind.
Do the stars whisper secrets,
where shadows breathe?
Perhaps infinity laughs softly,
cradling our fears and hopes
in the arms of its embrace.