In the murmur of forgotten stars,
itinerant thoughts wander through
the tapestries woven by missed dawns.
Are these shadows of a whispered truth?
Beneath the skyline where memories dissolve,
echoes of ancient winds breathe unspokenn poems.
A voice calls from across the astral sea,
"Follow the light, follow the truth."
Sunshine drips like melting wax
over cobblestones scattered with dreams.
Not every path leads to a destination,
some simply wander, and that is enough.
Whispers Among The Galaxies
An invitation extends through cosmic corridors,
shadows of thought on the footprints of light.
Reflections On Nebulae
Refractive illusions dance, bending memory
in pools of interstellar calm.
The Radio of Unbeing
Frequencies touch like ephemeral feet
tracing lines in the sand of a timeless beach.