In the echoing silence of loneliness,
Shadows weave tales in luminous whispers;
They pirouette—a celestial waltz,
In realms untouched by vision’s grasp,
Ceaseless light—not seen, yet felt.
Etch your dreams in this imprinted air,
Where realities stretch like satin skies.
A kaleidoscope of thoughts divine—
The paradox: to see without beholding,
A cosmos hinges on silken void.
Seek beyond the curtain of known:
The ghost of question holds the key,
To a world where answers dissolve,
Like mist in summer’s gentle breath,
Glimmering outlines, beckoning inward.