The shadows murmur in verses woven of stardust and silence,
a symphony of heartbeats scattered upon the whispers of time.
Eternity, a hushed mantra collapsing upon itself,
echoes that the wind carries softly into the forgotten dawn.
Murmurs ripple through dark waters,
beneath their surface, secrets sleep in rustling embrace.
Cerebral constellations flicker, pulse, fade,
glimpses of what could have been, or never was.
The rhythm,
a codex of stars and silence,
etched upon the skin of autumn rain,
trembling shadows align and converge,
a tapestry of dreams unspooled.
An invisible thread
binds echo to whisper,
binding moments to a spinning wheel of fate,
and in the soft hush, destiny sketches its arc.