In the silence between heartbeats,
where stars unravel their whispers,
I roam, a solitary luminary,
reflecting upon the sun's forgotten touch.
Shadows hold their breath, waiting,
for the dawn to unbind their dreams,
but I linger, lost in the woven twilight,
a tapestry of time standing still.
Paths untraveled murmur softly,
calling from the edges of the universe.
I seek the self in mirrored light,
fragments of echoes seeking form.
Glimmers pierce the cosmic veil,
each a story, each a sigh,
tracing arcs of shadowed history,
writing verses on the silent void.