Echoes from the Edge

A solitary whisper to oblivion's embrace,
swirling amidst decibels unheard,
horizons bleed into notions of solace,
once anchored, now adrift.

Travel where dreams ignite infernos,
the silence shatters into crystalline fragments,
weaving through time's delicate lattice,
consciousness a wisp on solar winds.

Lamplight flickers in the void, a guide to the wayward stars,
kindling embers in the heart's chasm,
as narratives inscribed in cosmic ink,
await their dissolution into stardust confessions.