in the quiet corners of the mind whispers of worlds not known lull like the distant hum of stars that never were.
when you close your eyes, the edges blur softly
and beyond the eyelids rests a palette of shadows
painted by forgotten lullabies
that twist and dance on the dreams' periphery.
you will hear the echoes of echoes
tracing histories that never spoke,
in the heart of the echoing silence
whispers
murmurs of a long-forgotten song.
look beyond the now into the ever
where the lull of existence
breaks upon the shores of what might
what could be