The Ballad of the Galactic Wanderer

Amidst the lucid reverie of echoes, I found

myself wandering the chambers of timelessness; where

thoughts morph into stellar wind, embracing the

trembling strums of astral harps.

Beneath the folded wings of the universe, lay hidden

broken strings of time, their melodies decode the silent

doodles in the margins of the galaxies.