In the absence of shadows,
where whispers weave into dreams,
I found a lone river,
singing verses to silver skies.
Travelling through silent pathways,
each footfall a verse, each breath a pause,
among the wandering echoes,
I heard the world's quiet song.
Listen to its refrain.
Stars dripped like honey,
on night's velvet robes,
an altar to the unseen,
a whisper in the soliloquy of solitude.
In this sacred journey,
past the ruins of forgotten voices,
the path remains,
untouched, unseen, eternal.
Walk on.
The truth lies where shadows pause,
in the gentle cradle of moonlight,
a lullaby long lost,
now found in the heart's quiet echo.
Solitude is not an absence,
but a presence profound,
a silent symphony
in the soul's deep night.
Return to yourself.