Stars are whispers from the eternal
Echoes of time's gentle dance
Pulsations of the universe
The cosmos hums a tune
Repeated, repeated, repeated
Until silence becomes familiar
And stars dance in our thoughts
Among the stars, queries arise
Light, traveling across eons
Fills the void with unanswered dreams
Where does the echo end?
Origin of Echoes |
Constellations of Thought
And when stars cease to speak
The silence becomes a language
In which our souls understand
That nothing is ever lost, only repeated