Where winds bury thoughts in golden dust
the silence sings echoes of forgotten paths.
Stars dimly illuminated as they hum a lullaby
of unseen realms, marching on a rhythm of
dreams drenched in universe's nectar.
Cross the horizon to find
elsewhere embedded in echoes.
Whispers of the journey unfold a garden
of thoughts, violets bloom on the lips
of the wind, kissing away the time
with a silent serenade.
Paths of secret doors
and forgotten treasures await.
Awash in colors unseen by waking eyes,
the tapestry of dreams weaves sounds
into the fabric of now. A cacophony
of unsung songs becomes a melody,
guiding the weary soul through
realms of celestial wonder.
Cascade of amethyst
crowns the journey that never ends.