In the tapestry of time,
woven whispers dance—
on each thread, a shadow lifts
revealing moments caught in airy trance.
Echoes of what was, and what could be,
twirling in a perpetual ballet.
A voice untouched by distant tides,
speaks softly in secrets
unfurling ripples across the heart's sea,
touching shores unseen but felt in solitude.
Lift your gaze where clouds break
into prisms of forgotten light:
there lies the silk spun
by silence of the stars.
And if you listen closely,
there in gentle vibration
you'll find a map leading home
through corridors gilt with dreams.