The Hidden Void

In the hidden realms
Between slumber and awakening,
I find threads of thought,
Unraveling in harmonious dissonance.
Echoes whisper, threads fray,
A spectral choir sings within.
I reach through the void,
Seek truths masked by absence.
Your hands, trembling echoes
Etched in forgotten light,
Dance along the edges
Of a cosmos turned within.