As echoes fade, the space between is filled
with syllables untouched by breath or time.
Can you hear the heart’s pause?

Beyond the veil of spoken waves lies mystery,
a flow of silent rhythm waiting to be found.

Are we nothing more than echoes,
cast in gentle shadows of what might sing?

Within the quiet, beyond the edge,
lies a path untraveled by weary feet.
Step into the woods where murmurs speak, seeking the ancient tales from roots that breathe.

The breeze carries whispers untold,
fragments of dreams entangled with stars.
Would you listen close, when night's eyes close? Perhaps the moon cradles the secret of why.