Within the whispers of luminescence,
where shadows find their lucent muse,
thoughts dance upon the horizon of silence.
Cast not in ink, but in essences unseen,
are the tapestries of whispered truths.
As ripple mirrors the sky's breath,
so too does thought wade through the ether,
embracing the warmth of the transient glow.
A thread of light binds us,
woven through the loom of time's gentle grasp.