Through the other realm, the velvet whispers curl
upon the clouds of forgotten starlight. When silent thunder speaks the ancient tongue...
cascading dreams forge rivers of midnight salt.
Enter and relent your linear muse.
Forgetful echoes repeat, infinite continuity whispers.
Delve into the azure murmur,
yield to the horizon beyond touch, harness the breath of cosmos.
Repeat the utterance in disguise:
"When silent thunder speaks the ancient tongue..."
let it flow like time through fingers of eternity,
and you shall walk paths untraveled, and whispered secrets shall unveil.
Journey to Dawn's Gleam
Echo of Worlds Seen
Closer Now, to the Pantheon