Beyond perception's reach, the mind constructs
ether-laden interludes, weaving waqt into tapestries
adorned with reflections of the unseen.
Dreams awaken in soft pulses of the night,
kindling an unmatched silence spoken by the stars.

Closer lies the horizon of self, a fractured
canvas where hopeful outlines merge and dissolve.
Every breath a note, less heard yet fervent—
a symphony composed in silence’s void,
echoed by footprints on the dew-drenched earth.