the stars spoke through the cracks of silence, like the whispers of a dream fading at the break of dawn whispered over and over again the cosmic tempo beat just behind the eyes like a message left unheard echoes through space and time sometimes all we need is to listen to the echoes to understand what they mean a simple whisper can shift the paradigm how was this possible unknown yet familiar chat amongst the stars find the rhythm in the silence tune in to the broadcasting frequencies of the universe there lies the answer

sometimes I wonder if the wind carries our secrets to the stars or are they listening already or am I just dreaming this echo in the cosmos in an endless loop like a record in a forgotten attic spinning spinning spinning and then the messages start to align with the patterns of the universe find your axis

messages in a bottle sent adrift in the cosmic sea floating on the fringes of reality and dreams attempting to decipher the grand tapestry shot through with stardust loop of eternity