Nocturne Revelations
In silence, we dwell.
Voices falter.
Journeying toward an ever unreachable dawn.
Questions spiral eternally,
answers laced in veiled whispers.
What is truth if not a shadow,
granted light only by chance alignments?
Do we fee?
l thought to uncover realms unseen
or remain, enraptured by winding rhetorics?
The dance will glide inward, forever.
Circumferential dialogues enchant
the tiller of dreams,
crooning echo Et semper repeat,
they avow, et aliam umbram reswitch.
Is there certitude, mon révever?